Dj-cowboy-2

I was in an all night movie And I heard the usher say Here comes the midnight cowboy With his gun hired out for pay You were walking kind of faded From the Netherlands Hotel With your hat tipped up to ladies With your smile strapped on to sell Hey Joe, why don't you go back home? Quit hangin' 'round the lost and found Dirty old town You came to New York City With your calendar of gold But they locked it in the bedroom And they kept you in the cold Now you can't afford a blanket You could steal one from your friend You could trick one off the corner You could keep the change to spend Hey Joe, why don't you go back hom I hate to see you slippin' down? In dirty old town There's a soldier in the depot He's a fighting nightingale Wearing western boots and buckskins Reading fortunes off the scale And today he's got a quarter For the photograph machine And tomorrow he'll be lonely That's the way he's always been Hey Joe, why don't you go back home And find yourself a girl and settle down? Dirty old town It was in an all night movie That I heard the usher say Here comes that midnight cowboy again With his gun hired out for pay You were walking kind of faded From the Netherlands Hotel With your hat tipped up to ladies With your smile strapped on as well Hey Joe, why don't you go back home? Quit hangin' 'round the lost and found Dirty old town