New York Is Killing Me (Ashley Beedle's Space Blues Rework) Songtext
von Gil Scott‐Heron

Yeah the doctors don′t know, but New York was killing me
Bunch of doctors coming around, they don't know
That New York is killing me
Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee

Let me tell ya city living ain′t all
It is cracked up to be
Fast city living it all
It's cracked up to be
Yes, seem I need to go home
And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee

Yes I lay down, I lay down
The doctor: "Try to take it all in"
Yeah, lay down, lay down
To try to take it all in
(Take it all in)


Yeah, you got eight million people
And I didn't have a single friend
Don′t you know, don′t you know
New York was killing me
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
And New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee

Lord have mercy, mercy on me
Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

Yeah, I need to be back home, need to be back home
Need to be back home, need to be back home yeah
Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee
Yeah, I was born in Chicago but I