[Lyric] MacDougal Blues (Kevn Kinney)

[Verse 1]
I come down from Omaha to New York City to sing my songs
To be a real folk singer, humdinger
I try to change the world with songs of love and hate and desperation
Can't wait to get myself known there
And find my home
Find myself a home to roam
Find myself a street to find
Find myself a friend to love
And a place to sing my song

[Verse 2]
Tried to play everywhere from the street to the park
'Til I got ran off then robbed like a man out of bed
An out-of-towner singing songs and watching the Square after dark in the park
But the policeman comе and he said, "Son, you gotta move on"
But I've got no homе
Nowhere to roam
I don't even have a place to sing my song
On Macdougal
Macdougal blues
[Verse 3]
So I go down to Folk City, get a gig and he tells me to come back on Monday and audition
Like everybody else
So I played to four walking out the door at nine o' clock
Who were just looking for some kind of sushi bar
This is not what I thought
I thought I'd see a million Dylans
And a Joni Mitchell or two
Maybe even Carol King
On Macdougal
Macdougal blues

[Verse 4]
Trailblazing Greyhound back to Omaha to tell my friends just exactly what I did
I said that I sang for the best of them and changed their minds, again
First song
I told 'em 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 oughta go there
Maybe you'll meet William Burroughs
Or Patti Smith
I saw Buster Poindexter
At the Fishwich
The Macdougal blues
Macdougal blues
Macdougal blues
Macdougal blues
[Outro]
I think next time I'll go to San Francisco and be a beat peot