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My woman always talked about the New York City life

She never really wanted to be a country boy's wife

Opening nights on Broadway were always on her mind

She couldn't seem to live without what she called the New York Times

I walked in from work one day and didn't find her home

But I didn't have to wonder long figuring where she'd gone

Love was all I had to give so she left me behind

To go up there somewhere, looking for the New York Times

Hey, New York City, won't you have a little pity

On this poor Texas country boy

Somewhere around your big apple town

I've lost my pride and joy

I've walked up and down every street around

Till I think I'm going out of my mind

If I don't find my baby today

I'll run an ad in the New York Times

I've been down 5th Avenue, even up old Broadway

And I searched all the honky tonks like the Lone Star Cafe

Lord, I wish I could give her up and erase her from my heart

But here I stand a broken man in the middle of Central Park

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