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New York Girls - Bob Dylan
A a a a a a a
A a a a a a a
Shipmates listen unto me
I'll tell you in my song
Of things that happened to me
When I come home from Hong Kong
To me
When you Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka
As I walked down to Chatham Street
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me please to see her home
She lived on Bleecker Street
Now if you'll only come with me
You can have a treat
You can have a glass of brandy
And something nice to eat
To me
When you Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka
Before we sat down to eat
We had sev'ral drinks
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep
To me
When you Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka
When I awoke next morning
I had an achin' head
My gold watch and my pocketbook
And the lady friend had fled
Now looking round this little room
Nothing could I see
But a woman's shoes and apron
Which now belonged to me
To me
When you Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka
Now dressed in the lady's apron
I wandered most forlorn
'Till Martin Churchill took me in
And he sent me round Cape Horn
To me
When you Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka
To me
When you Santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka
