I come down from Omaha to New York City
To sing my songs to be a real folk singer humdinger
I tried to change the world with songs of love
And hate and despiration
Can't wait to get myself known there and find my home
Find myself a home to roam
Find myself a street to to find
Find myself a friend to love
And a place to sing my songs
Tried to play everywhere from the street to the park
Until I got run off and robbed like a man not a band
An out of towner singing songs in Washington Square after dark in the park
And a police man come he said "Son, you've gotta move along"
But I've got no home no where to roam
I don't even have a place to sing my songs
On MacDougal
MacDougal blues
So I go down to Folk City to get a gig and he tells me to come back
On monday and audition like everybody else
So I played to four people walking out the door at nine o'clock
Who were just looking for some kind of sushi bar
This is not what I though
I thought I'd see a million Dylans, and a Joni Mitchell or two
Maybe even Carol King
On MacDougal
MacDougal blues
Trailways and Greyhounds back to Omaha
To tell my friends just exactly what I did
I said I sang for the best of them and changed their minds again
For a song
I told them that I met Bob Dylan
Yeah I was hanging around Joni Mitchell
Yeah Carol King we did lunch
On MacDougal
The MacDougal blues
You really ought to go there
Maybe You'll meet Willian Burrows
Or Patti Smith
I saw Buster Poindexter at The Fishwhich
The MacDougal blues
The MacDougal blues
MacDougal bluuuueeeesssssss
MacDougal blues
I think next time I'll go to San Franciso and be a beat poet