(I'm Going To) New York City

Lyrics: Alice Stuart
Music: Alice Stuart

Played during a Garcia/Saunders set on 4 June 1974 with Alice Stuart on vocals. Thanks to Matt Schofield for the lyrics - and to Drew Estroff for confirming with Alice Stuart that she wrote it.

I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
So many things in that city
For a little girl to find to do

You can read my letter babe
Sure can't read my mind
You can read my letter babe
Sure can't read my mind
Honey you can see me laughing
Laughing just to keep from crying

You know the mailman passed this morning
Did not leave no news
The mailman passed this morning
Did not leave no news
I can tell you what he bought me
The goddamn [worth?] blues

Don't you know a short time woman
Make a long time man feel bad
Don't a short time woman
Make a long time man feel bad
Make you think about the good times
Lord you might have had

If you see me coming baby
Raise your window high
See me coming
Raise your window high
I had me a long time rider
We had to say goodbye, goodbye, yeah

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
I'm crying, yeah, don't cry
Don't you cry, so high
Satisfy

I love you baby
Just can't keep from crying
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just can't keep from crying
And you know [??]
[??] [surely] trying

I try so hard to please you
Try to satisfy
Try, so hard
To satisfy
Oh, you gonna leave me
Baby don't say goodbye

I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
So many things in that city
For a little girl to find to do

I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
Too many things in that city
For a little girl to find to do

You can read my letters
Sure can't read my mind
You can read my letters
Sure can't read my mind
You can hear me, I'm laughing, baby
I'm laughing just to keep from crying

When you see me coming
Will you raise your window high
If you see me coming down the road
Raise your window high
Short time woman
Make a long time man cry

Short time woman
Make a long time man feel bad
Short time woman
Make a long time man feel bad
Make him think about the good times
That he could have had

Write me a letter
Tell me you're coming home soon
Please write me a letter
Tell me you're coming home soon
Please don't leave me here
Crying, with those East Coast blues

You know I just can't keep from crying
I just can't keep from crying
Cry, cry, cry, crying
I wake up on the West Coast
I got the East Coast on my mind


And I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
I'm going to New York City
Sorry I can't take you
Too many things in that city
For a little girl to find to do
Too many things in that city
For a little girl to find to do