Down and Out in New York City Songtext
von James Brown

Say, brother
Can I borrow a thin, brother?
You know, a dime?
Say it, say it, say it, sis
I′d sure like to have this little dime for me
So I can get this cup of coffee
Cop me a snack or somethin'
I guess I better quit tryin′ to be hip
And get on down
Yeah, man
Like, you know

I was born in New York City
On a Monday
It seems I was out shinin' shoes 'bout two to noon

All the fat cats
In the bad hats doing me a real big favor
Forgot the fat cats
In the bad hats laying it on real good


Here′s a dime boy
Give me a shine boy
Oh, uh

When the cold wind comes
It live at New York City
And the street′s no place to be
But there you are

So you try hard
Or you die hard
No one really gives a good damn

You try hard
And you die hard
No one gives a damn

Here's a dime boy
Give me a shine boy
Down and out
In New York City

Ain′t no way to be
But where can you go?
When you're down and out at New York City


I′m never, never, never gonna get that way again
Oh
No, no, no
No, no, not me
When you need a friend
Need ever
When you want a friend

Gonna get myself together
Till the mornin'
Gonna leave it all and a one bad dream

All the fat cats
In the bad hats
Doing me a real big favor

Forgot the fat cats
In the bad hats
Laying it on real good

Here′s a dime boy
Give me a shine boy
Wow, ow, ah, yeah
Give me a shine boy
Ah