Tom Flannery - Talkin Stranger in New York Blues lyrics

Bob Dylan dropped by my house Two cigarettes hanging from his mouth Fell asleep in my easy chair Dropped his goddamn ashes everywhere Left a picture of his kids on my book shelf Said he never gets a chance to express himself So he snored and snored the whole night thru And Bob don't snore like me or you Alan Lomax lived with me Kept unplugging my new TV Slept with an ax underneath his bed To keep me pure is what he said Well he ate me out of house and home Drank all my beer monopolized my phone Played Leadbelly records all the time Put his name on all that was mine Chorus: I'm a stanger in New York Met a record exec in an evening gown Who said she really liked my sound Then she called security Wiped his c**aine on my shirt sleeve Threw me out into some street Named with a number they think that's neat Corner of 50 something and 100 and what Taxis all keep their yellow doors shut And all those Afghani taxi drivers are saying "we don't pick up no folk singers anymore…. Why don't you go back to Minneapolis?" I said I don't live in Minneapolis Mr. Afghani taxi driver I'm from Scranton Pennsylvania And he said "Scranton Pennsylvania? I thought Harry Chapin made that place up?" No it's real. I got the bananas to prove it…