New York Town
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I wasn't ready for New York Town
Wrinkled suit in the underground
Doe-eyed boy with his head on down
I wasn't ready for New York Town
I wasn't built for no assembly line
Stare at a screen and clock my time
It's a temple full of money, no god inside
I wasn't built for no assembly line
Well workin' and a pickin' and a singin' ain't gotten me far yet
I ain't left this bar yet and it's quarter to two
And I'm wondering if I ever should've even left Charlotte
Don't matter how far I get or what I do
And I don't believe in no dating scene
See which girls would swipe on me
Lie about what I like on TV
I don't believe in no dating scene
I wouldn't raise no fair-weather friends
Disappear 'til we dance again
Then whiskey 'til we got the bends
I don't believe in no fair-weather friends
Well workin' and a pickin' and a singin' ain't gotten me far yet
I ain't left this bar yet and it's quarter to three
I'm wondering if I ever should've even left Charlotte
I sure ain't no star yet; hell, maybe it's me
I wasn't ready for New York town
So hand me down my homemade crown
We'll drink a round to this part-time king and full-time clown
I'll have the last laugh in New York Town
Well workin' and a pickin' and a singin' ain't gotten me far yet
I ain't left this bar yet and it's quarter to four
But it's no time now to run on back to Charlotte
I won't sell my guitar yet 'cause maybe there's more