Way up in New York City, that's where we did go A fella called Frank Walker there, he owns a studio We made us a recording right there on old Broadway And for a week or two we got the hell away from Spray Way up in New York City, that's the place to be Where the buildings are so high the sky is hard to see In a city full of strangers humanity's a show No, it's not like Spray where everyday you meet the folks you know Way up in New York City, pretty women everywhere After awhile a married man forgets who isn't there Those city gals in New York town can turn a cracker's head And a wife in Spray's so far away she might as well be dead Way up in New York City, all those taverns and saloons You never saw so much sawdust or so many spittoons There's a cop on every corner, he's there to keep the peace And there's lots of trees in Central Park, well, two or three at least We wound up in Pa**aic, that's a town in New Jersey And we stayed with Posey's pal from Franklin County, Jim Holley We took jobs in Jersey just to make a little dough Then we had our audition, into New York we did go We rode an elevator, poor Posey, he got sick He threw up in a fire bucket, not a pretty trick But we got to the audition and we played Frank "The Deal" He said, "Boys, let's make a record", good was how that made us feel! They paid us for four numbers, greenback dollars, cash in hand More than a week's wage in the mill, 25 a man 3rd cla** was all we could afford on the train back home to Spray But we stayed drunk inside that car for two nights and one day Back home from New York City, we were heroes back in Spray So guilty and hung over there was not a lot to say It got a little awkward, talking to the wives 'Cause we couldn't tell 'em how we had the best time of out lives Way up in New York City, that's the place to be Where the buildings are so high the sky is hard to see If I go back to New York town, next time I'll go alone I'll keep all the money, I won't bother goin' home I'll keep all the money and I'll make New York my home