I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited

But I’ll be buried in Detroit Buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But, baby, that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city Whoa ho, whoa ho

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

Sha la la la la Sha la la la la la la Driving in to Darlington County Driving out of Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Looking for some work on the county line We drove down from New York City Where the girls are pretty but they just

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, wipe the blood off of my face I can't see through it anymore I need someone to talk to in a new hiding place Feel like I´m looking at heaven´s door Mama I can hear that thunder roar Echoing down from god´s

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

I like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when Damn, I like me better when I'm with you Stay awhile, stay awhile Stay here with me To be young and in love in New York City (New York

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again We'll be fighting in the streets

New York, New York Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers