{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":66615,"song":"Talkin New York","artist":"Bob Dylan","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/66615-talkin-new-york-chords-by-bob-dylan/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/66615?type=chord","rating":4.14029,"votes":7,"content":"Talkin New York\r\nAll Music and Lyrics By Bob Dylan\r\nChorded By Russ Stone\r\n\r\n\r\n[ch]G[/ch] . [ch]C[/ch] . [ch]D[/ch] . .\r\n[ch]G[/ch] . [ch]C[/ch] . [ch]D[/ch] . . [ch]G[/ch] C/[ch]G[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] . [ch]G[/ch] . . .\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]    /[ch]B[/ch]\r\nRambling out of the wild west[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nLeaving the towns I love the best[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThought I'd seen some ups and downs[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                  /[ch]F#[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] (. /[ch]E[/ch]/[ch]D[/ch] . )\r\n'Till I come into New York town[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                               /[ch]B[/ch]\r\nPeople going down to the ground[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                              /[ch]F#[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBuildings going up to the sky.[/tab]\r\n[ch]G[/ch] . [ch]C[/ch] /[ch]B[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] . . /f#G ./[ch]E[/ch]/[ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\nWintertime in New York town\r\nThe wind blowing snow around\r\nWalk around with nowhere to go\r\nSomebody could freeze right to the bone\r\nI froze right to the bone\r\nNew York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years\r\nI didn't feel so cold then.\r\n\r\nI swung on to my old guitar\r\nGrabbed hold of a subway car\r\nAnd after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride\r\nI landed up on the downtown side:\r\nGreenwich Village.\r\n\r\nI walked down there and ended up\r\nIn one of them coffee-houses on the block\r\nGot on the stage to sing and play\r\nMan there said: \"Come back some other day\r\nYou sound like a hillbilly\r\nWe want folksingers here.\r\n\r\nWell, I got a harmonica job begun to play\r\nBlowing my lungs out for a dollar a day\r\nI blowed inside out and upside down\r\nThe man there said he loved my sound\r\nHe was raving about he loved my sound\r\nDollar a day's worth.\r\n\r\nAfter weeks and weeks of hanging around\r\nI finally got a job in New York town\r\nIn a bigger place, bigger money too\r\nEven joined the Union and paid my dues.\r\n\r\nNow, a very great man once said\r\nThat some people rob you with a fountain pen\r\nIt don't take too long to find out\r\nJust what he was talking about\r\nA lot of people don't have much food on their table\r\nBut they got a lot of forks and knives\r\nAnd they gotta cut something.\r\n\r\nSo one morning when the sun was warm\r\nI rambled out of New York town\r\nPulled my cap down over my eyes\r\nAnd heated out for the western skies\r\nSo long New York\r\nHowdy, East Orange","plain_text":"Talkin New York\nAll Music and Lyrics By Bob Dylan\nChorded By Russ Stone\n\n\nG . C . D . .\nG . C . D . . G C/G G . G . . .\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nG . C /B D . . /f#G ./E/D G\n\nWintertime in New York town\nThe wind blowing snow around\nWalk around with nowhere to go\nSomebody could freeze right to the bone\nI froze right to the bone\nNew York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years\nI didn't feel so cold then.\n\nI swung on to my old guitar\nGrabbed hold of a subway car\nAnd after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride\nI landed up on the downtown side:\nGreenwich Village.\n\nI walked down there and ended up\nIn one of them coffee-houses on the block\nGot on the stage to sing and play\nMan there said: \"Come back some other day\nYou sound like a hillbilly\nWe want folksingers here.\n\nWell, I got a harmonica job begun to play\nBlowing my lungs out for a dollar a day\nI blowed inside out and upside down\nThe man there said he loved my sound\nHe was raving about he loved my sound\nDollar a day's worth.\n\nAfter weeks and weeks of hanging around\nI finally got a job in New York town\nIn a bigger place, bigger money too\nEven joined the Union and paid my dues.\n\nNow, a very great man once said\nThat some people rob you with a fountain pen\nIt don't take too long to find out\nJust what he was talking about\nA lot of people don't have much food on their table\nBut they got a lot of forks and knives\nAnd they gotta cut something.\n\nSo one morning when the sun was warm\nI rambled out of New York town\nPulled my cap down over my eyes\nAnd heated out for the western skies\nSo long New York\nHowdy, East Orange","chords":["G","C","D","B","F#","E","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}