Talkin' 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 gra*s widows on my back. Two of 'em looking for home relief, Other one just investigating.