Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson - “New York City”
[Vocals/Lyrics By/Music By: Gil Scott-Heron]
[Piano/Electric Piano/Vocals: Brian Jackson]
[Vocals: Victor Brown]
[Co-Producer: Tom Wilson]
[Bongos/Congas/Timbales: Tony Duncanson]
[Congas/Percussion: Barnett Williams]
[Electric Bass/Vocals: Danny Bowens]
[Tenor Saxophone/Flute: Bilal Sunni-Ali]
[Traps/Percussion: Reggie Brisbane]
[Trumpet: Delbert Taylor]
[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron]
New York City
I don’t know why I love you
Maybe it’s because you’re mine
Like so many others, I found it all too easy
To stand off at a distance and criticize
But there ain’t nothing wrong with the city
Just some people been wronged there like everywhere else
[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
New York City
I don’t know why I love you
Could be you remind me of myself
And I’ve been broke and criticized
And I’ve been pushed off to the side
I’ve been kicked when I was damn near out
But I’ve always felt inside
Like New York City, misused and mistreated
And run with when the running was good
And ignoring the beatings absorbed by those who live there
And the gangsters keeping the books
No, there ain’t nothing wrong with the city
Just some people been running it and running it, running it to death
[Vocals/Lyrics By/Music By: Gil Scott-Heron]
[Piano/Electric Piano/Vocals: Brian Jackson]
[Vocals: Victor Brown]
[Co-Producer: Tom Wilson]
[Bongos/Congas/Timbales: Tony Duncanson]
[Congas/Percussion: Barnett Williams]
[Electric Bass/Vocals: Danny Bowens]
[Tenor Saxophone/Flute: Bilal Sunni-Ali]
[Traps/Percussion: Reggie Brisbane]
[Trumpet: Delbert Taylor]
[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron]
New York City
I don’t know why I love you
Maybe it’s because you’re mine
Like so many others, I found it all too easy
To stand off at a distance and criticize
But there ain’t nothing wrong with the city
Just some people been wronged there like everywhere else
[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
New York City
I don’t know why I love you
Could be you remind me of myself
And I’ve been broke and criticized
And I’ve been pushed off to the side
I’ve been kicked when I was damn near out
But I’ve always felt inside
Like New York City, misused and mistreated
And run with when the running was good
And ignoring the beatings absorbed by those who live there
And the gangsters keeping the books
No, there ain’t nothing wrong with the city
Just some people been running it and running it, running it to death
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