| Song | Hard Times In New York Town |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | The Bootleg Series Vol. 9 - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 |
| Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song. | |
| Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong. | |
| Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell | |
| Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. | |
| It's hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| Old New York City is a friendly old town, | |
| From Washington Heights to Harlem on down. | |
| There's a-mighty many people all millin' all around, | |
| They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down. | |
| It's hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate | |
| To Rockefeller Plaza n' the Empire State. | |
| Mister Rockefeller sets up as high as a bird, | |
| Old Mister Empire never says a word. | |
| It's hard times from the country, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| Well, it's up in the mornin' tryin' to fins a job of work. | |
| Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt. | |
| If you go a lot o' money you can make yourself merry, | |
| If you only got a nickel, it's the Staten Island Ferry. | |
| And it's hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| Mister Hudson come a-sailin' down the stream | |
| And old Mister Minuet paid for his dream. | |
| Bought your city on a one-way track, | |
| 'F I had my way I'd sell it right back. | |
| And it's hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| I'll take all the smog in Cal-i-for-ne-ay, | |
| 'N' every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains, | |
| 'N' the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines. | |
| It's all much cleaner than the New York kind. | |
| And it's hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| So all you newsy people, spread the news around, | |
| You c'n listen to m' story, listen to m' song. | |
| You c'n step on my name, you c'n try 'n' get me beat, | |
| When I leave New York, I'll be standin' on my feet. | |
| And it's hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| By 吉宝 |
| Come you ladies and you gentlemen, alisten to my song. | |
| Sing it to you right, but you might think it' s wrong. | |
| Just a little glimpse of a story I' ll tell | |
| Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. | |
| It' s hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| Old New York City is a friendly old town, | |
| From Washington Heights to Harlem on down. | |
| There' s amighty many people all millin' all around, | |
| They' ll kick you when you' re up and knock you when you' re down. | |
| It' s hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| It' s a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate | |
| To Rockefeller Plaza n' the Empire State. | |
| Mister Rockefeller sets up as high as a bird, | |
| Old Mister Empire never says a word. | |
| It' s hard times from the country, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| Well, it' s up in the mornin' tryin' to fins a job of work. | |
| Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt. | |
| If you go a lot o' money you can make yourself merry, | |
| If you only got a nickel, it' s the Staten Island Ferry. | |
| And it' s hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| Mister Hudson come asailin' down the stream | |
| And old Mister Minuet paid for his dream. | |
| Bought your city on a oneway track, | |
| ' F I had my way I' d sell it right back. | |
| And it' s hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| I' ll take all the smog in Californeay, | |
| ' N' every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains, | |
| ' N' the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines. | |
| It' s all much cleaner than the New York kind. | |
| And it' s hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| So all you newsy people, spread the news around, | |
| You c' n listen to m' story, listen to m' song. | |
| You c' n step on my name, you c' n try ' n' get me beat, | |
| When I leave New York, I' ll be standin' on my feet. | |
| And it' s hard times in the city, | |
| Livin' down in New York town. | |
| By jí bǎo |