Talkin' New York
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building going up to the sky

Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then

I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village

I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth

After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the union and paid my dues

Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something

So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies




So long New York
Howdy, East Orange

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bob Dylan's song "Talkin' New York" tell the story of Dylan's move from Minnesota to New York City. The first verse sets the stage: he leaves behind the towns he loves best and arrives in New York, where buildings rise up to the sky while people go down to the ground. In the second verse, he experiences the harsh winter and the frigid temperatures, but doesn't feel too cold, perhaps because he's too focused on his music. He then describes his early days in Greenwich Village, where he played in coffee houses and tried to establish himself as a musician. He was initially rejected and told he sounded like a "hillbilly," but eventually landed a job in a bigger place, joined the musician's union, and paid his dues.


The final verse reflects on a quote from a "very great man" who said that some people rob you with a fountain pen. Dylan seems to be referring to the exploitation of working-class people by corporations, and suggests that they're just as hungry as anyone else. He then decides to leave New York behind and head west.


One interpretation of the song is that it's a critique of the commercialization of the music industry. Early in the song, Dylan describes the rise of buildings and the fall of people, suggesting that big corporations are taking over while ordinary people struggle. Later, he describes being rejected by coffee houses and folk music venues that are looking for more commercial, polished singers. Finally, he reflects on the way that people can be exploited by the system, suggesting that musicians have to pay their dues just like anyone else.


Line by Line Meaning

Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving behind my old life and exploring new possibilities


Leaving the towns I love best
Saying farewell to places that hold precious memories


Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
Experienced highs and lows of life


Till I come into New York town
Arriving in the big city of New York


People going down to the ground
Busy sidewalks in New York City


Building going up to the sky
Tall skyscrapers that adorn the city landscape


Wintertime in New York town
The cold and snowy winters experienced in New York City


The wind blowing snow around
Strong winds that stir up snow and make it difficult to walk outside


Walk around with nowhere to go
Free time with no specific destination to go to


Somebody could freeze right to the bone
The extreme cold that can make one feel numb and can be dangerous to one's health


I froze right to the bone
Feeling extremely cold, perhaps to the point of hypothermia


New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
The cold weather was unusual and significant enough to be mentioned in the New York Times


I didn't feel so cold then
Despite the cold, the singer was focused on other things and didn't feel the cold as much as others might have


I swung on to my old guitar
Playing music as a way to entertain oneself and pass the time


Grabbed hold of a subway car
Using the subway as a transportation method


And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
The bumpy and chaotic ride on the subway


I landed up on the downtown side
Arriving in the downtown area of the city


Greenwich Village
A neighborhood in New York City full of artists and creatives


I walked down there and ended up
Discovering new places and experiences


In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Visiting a cafe in the area


Got on the stage to sing and play
Performing music for others


Man there said, come back some other day
Being rejected and told to try again at a different time


You sound like a hillbilly
Being judged and criticized for one's style of music


We want folksingers here
Being told what kind of music is appropriate for the venue


Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Finding new opportunities to play music


Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
Working hard for a low wage


I blowed inside out and upside down
Playing music with all my heart and soul


The man there said he loved my sound
Receiving praise and encouragement for one's music


He was raving about he loved my sound
The man was enthusiastic about the music


Dollar a day's worth
The small earnings were worth the joy of playing music


After weeks and weeks of hanging around
Spending an extended period of time in the city without a specific purpose


I finally got a job in New York town
Securing employment in the city


In a bigger place, bigger money too
Moving up to a more lucrative job


Even joined the union and paid my dues
Becoming part of a union and contributing to the community


Now, a very great man once said
Quoting a famous and influential person


That some people rob you with a fountain pen
People can use their power and influence to cheat and deceive others


It don't take too long to find out
Discovering the dishonesty and corruption in society


Just what he was talking about
Understanding the truth of the quote


A lot of people don't have much food on their table
Many people are struggling to make ends meet and cannot afford basic necessities like food


But they got a lot of forks and knives
People may have plenty of eating utensils but have little food to use them with


And they gotta cut something
People have to make due with what they have and stretch their resources as much as possible


So one morning when the sun was warm
Choosing to leave the city and start anew


I rambled out of New York town
Departing from the city with a sense of freedom and spontaneity


Pulled my cap down over my eyes
Hiding one's face and identity


And heated out for the western skies
Heading west, looking for new opportunities and adventures


So long New York
Saying goodbye to the city


Howdy, East Orange
Greeting a new place in contrast to the farewell to the previous one




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@juancamacho5746

Rambling out of the Wild West
Leaving the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Buildings going up to the sky

Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then

I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
After rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village

I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
I get on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here"

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth

After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut somethin'

So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange



All comments from YouTube:

@jimw.4161

Whimsical... and brilliant!
Listening to this song brings back lots of pleasant memories.
I don't think there will ever be another Bob Dylan.
The influence he exerted over an entire generation is incalculable.
Thanks, Bob!

@lyrauny

Try not to laugh with joy listening to this piece of art! <3

@Anglynn74

I used to hang out in the village in the early 90s, a lot. been to all of the well known places there. best time of my life.

@craigoren4475

Haven't heard this song in over 50 years; my sister and I had the album when we were teen-agers. It was little-known; it was the next album, the Free-Wheelin' Bob Dylan, that really brought him to public attention. I also loved his Song to Woody and his version of House of the Rising Sun, also on this album.

@snowleopard5343

same <3

@mrsramsden

I love this! So witty and funny.

@727jk

You mean Dave van Ronk’s version of House of the Rising Sun

@craigoren4475

@@727jk I'm not sure what you're saying. I know that Dave van Ronk recorded the song first. All I was saying that the Dylan album had "his version of House of the Rising Sun;" I phrased it that way to make clear that I knew Dylan hadn't written it. I know that Woody Guthrie also recorded it, and (I understand) wrote a new melody for it. It's been a long time since I've had the album, but I think that in the liner notes Dylan credited van Ronk with bringing the song to his attention.

@tomparker6210

GOOD PICKIN BOB!!👍 GOOD HARP!! GOOD ALBUM!!

@desallen2174

The original Bob Dylan. Had the vinyl album. God knows where it is after almost 60 years. Still the best. Even Woody called him a folk singer, whilst Pete Seegar only sang folk songs.

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