Sweet Johanna Orleans

I came to the great big city
I was only seventeen
Got me a job in a big skyscraper
Keepin' the restrooms clean
And I meant to save all my money
And bring you east someday
But the neon lights burned holes in my pockets
And the money just slipped away

My sweet Johanna
I'm hitchin' a ride back to Indiana
Back where I started
And poorer than the day I went away
My sweet Johanna
I'm hitchin' a ride back to Indiana
Just to tell you that
You wouldn't like to live
In New York City anyway

You wrote me long love letters
And I read them through and through
The concrete seemed a little bit warmer
Just knowin' your love was true
But still I got so lonely
Sittin' in my room at night
That I had to go out just any place
As long as the lights were bright