Tom: F

[Chord Voicings]
 Bb F  C 
E|-1--1--3-|
B|-3--1--5-|
G|-3--2--5-|
D|-3--3--5-|
A|-1--3--3-|
E|-x--1--x-|

[Intro]
|Bb F |C F |Bb F |C   |
|Bb F |C F |Bb F |C   |

[Verse]
       Bb              F                  C              F
He was standing on the highway, somewhere way out in the sticks
   Bb             F               C
Guitar across his shoulder like a 30.06
       Bb            F                  C               F
He was staring in my headlights, when I come around the bend
        Bb       F                C
Climbed up on my shotgun side and told me with a grin


[Chorus]
    Bb       F        C        F
I’m goin’ to New York City
     Bb           F                C
I’ve never really been there, just like the way it sounds
  Bb        F         C       F
I heard the girls are pretty
      Bb                F                C
There must be something happening there, it’s just too big a town


[Verse]
       Bb               F              C         F
He was cold and wet and hungry, but he never did complain
          Bb     F                      C
Said he’d come a thousand miles through sleet and snow and rain
   Bb            F                  C                F
He had a hundred stories about, the places that he’d been
     Bb            F                C
He’d hang around a little while and hit the road again

[Chorus]
    Bb       F        C        F
I’m goin’ to New York City
     Bb           F                C
I’ve never really been there, just like the way it sounds
  Bb        F         C       F
I heard the girls are pretty
      Bb                F                C
There must be something happening there, it’s just too big a town

[Verse]
          Bb               F                C            F
See, I’ve been to New York City, seems like it was yesterday
      Bb              F              C
I was standing like a pilgrim on the great white way
    Bb                F                C                F
The girls were really pretty, but they wouldn’t talk to me
  Bb               F          C
I held out about a week, went back to Tennessee

[Verse]
      Bb               F               C                 F
So, I thought I better warn him, as he climbed out of my car
Bb                   F            C
Grabbed his battered suitcase and shouldered his guitar
  Bb              F             C               F
I knew I was just jealous, if I didn’t wish him well
  Bb                F             C
I slipped the kid a twenty, said, Billy give'm hell

[Chorus]
    Bb       F        C        F
I’m goin’ to New York City
     Bb           F                C
I’ve never really been there, just like the way it sounds
  Bb        F         C       F
I heard the girls are pretty
      Bb                F                C
There must be something happening there, it’s just too big a town

[Chorus again]
    Bb       F        C        F
I’m goin’ to New York City
     Bb           F           C
I’ve never really been there, just like the way it sounds
  Bb        F         C       F
I heard the girls are pretty
      Bb                F                C
There must be something happening there, it’s just too big a town