Fifth Avenue Lyrics - Singles - Adolphson Falk

A promised phone call home to 

A Minnesota mining town 

From a tired hungry kid 

Whom the Greyhound just let down 

On the January snow in his canvas tennis shoes 

The kid just took his first walk 

down the great Fifth Avenue 

With a guitar on his shoulder 

And a pocket full of songs 

He's here to make his debut 

He's here to right some wrongs 

But he's a bit short on references 

His future's hanging loose 

Just another midnight cowboy 

on the great Fifth Avenue 

And in some noisy uptown night club 

Or in a Bleeker Street cafe 

With sweaty hands and shaky knees 

He takes the stage 

It ain't no friendly city 

If you haven't got the bread 

Cause those who have ain't sharing 

With those who wish they had 

Sleeping out in subways 

Keeping warm on cheap booze 

Living with the high and mighty 

On the great Fifth Avenue 

And in some noisy uptown night club 

Or in a Bleeker Street cafe 

With sweaty hands and shaky knees 

He takes the stage 

In a well guarded beach-house 

On the California shore 

A man lives with his loneliness 

And the songs he writes no more 

Not real sure where he came from 

And no place to go to 

Just some hazy memories 

Of the great Fifth Avenue 

[The Swedish version is more or less a description of the Fifth Avenue - the 

chorus can be translated as "I take a taxi from Harlem / down to the 

Washington Square / five miles reflecting / a whole world".]