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letra de got to get out of new york - tom scott

i was playin’ the blues and drivin’ my shoes
when i moved to new york
well, i heard there was lots of music there
but i thought it was every sort
well, the sound that i was gonna make
they would not approve of me
so i walked around manhattan town
just starin’ at my feet

well, i found some boys could make the noise
and i thought it might’ve made us rich
they said they wouldn’t play this stuff
’cause the two styles didn’t mix
but in a lonely crowd, i went back downtown
and i pulled one to the bone
but on the way i saw behind every tree
was someone with a saxophone

i was burnin’ alive, i was takin’ a dive
got to get out of new york
well, i was barely alive, no one was surprised
got to get out of new york

so i learned there’s two sides to everything
the big apple is no gift
there’s be-bop armies ‘gainst the forces of swing
but that all seemed kinda stiff
seem like anyone unpack a guitar
most anyone you meet
but they only wanted to play night in tunisia
or green dolphin street
so i worked at slugs’ to make a buck
lower east side jazz hall of fame
and i heard the greats, but i was amazed
that the songs remained the same
so i left new york on a bad trip
and moved out to la
so here’s a shot from us to you
it’s what we’re gonna play

i was burnin’ alive, i was takin’ a dive
got to get out of new york
and i was barely alive, no one was surprised
got to get out of new york

- tom scott

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