talking subway

i struck out for old new york

thought i'd find me a job of work

one leg up and the other leg down

i come in through a hole in the ground

holland tunnel. three mile tube

skippin' through the hudson river dew

i blowed into new york town

and i looked up and i looked down

everybody i seen on the streets

was all a running down in a hole in the ground

i follered 'em. see where they's a going

newsboy said they're tryin' to smoke a rat out of a hole

i run down thirty eight flights of stairs

boy

howdy! i declare!

i rode old elevator twenty two

and spent my last lone nickel

too

feller in a little cage got it

herded me through a shoot the shoot

run me through three clothes wringers

so many people down in there i couldn't even fall down

i swung onto my old guitar

train come a rumbling down the track

i got shoved into the wrong damn car

with three grass widows on my back

two of 'em looking for home relief

other one just investigating