Down and Out in New York City [Version with Spoken Intro; Previously Unreleased Track]

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, 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
Got the fat cats in the bad hats laying it on real good
Here's a dime, boy; give me a shine, boy

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 in New York City
I'm never, never, never gonna get that way again, ow

No, no, no
No, no, not me

When you need a friend
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
Got the fat cats in the bad hats laying it on real good
Here's a dime, boy; give me a shine, boy, wow, oww, yeah

Give me a shine, boy