I was ridin’ 80 East,

In my European beast,

Headin’ up from Caroline when I crossed that Jersey line,

I needed a new road,

And another place to go,

I was not sure quite where until I heard she might be there,

Then I became ensnared in her big blue stare,

Boo the ghost of New York City,

Oh that girl she was so pretty,

Boo the ghost of New York City, yes indeed,

She took my heart to New York City as it searched for felicity,

Took my heart to New York City then it took me,

I found a place where I could stay,

In ol’ Jersey City,

I saw the Manhattan Skyline from my front window pane,

I rode that PATH Train underground,

To those towers standin’ proud,

Thought I might be some big man makin’ a couple hundred grand,

I played some blues that moved some feet with the boys on Hudson Street,

Boo the ghost of New York City,

Oh that girl she was so pretty,

Boo the ghost of New York City, yes indeed,

She took my heart to New York City with unaware simplicity,

Took my heart to New York City then it took me,

When I heard that she was gone,

To stay it just seemed wrong,

So I packed up all my clothes, my guitar and this song,

She was an unsuspecting host,

Walkin’ along some other coast,

She’s a beauty, she’s a ghost,

Boo the ghost of New York City,

Oh that girl she was so pretty,

Boo the ghost of New York City, yes indeed,

She took my heart to New York City then she’d gone it was a pity,

Oh she’d gone from New York City like I’d soon be.

By
Steve Pollack