i wasn t ready for new york town wrinkled suit in the underground doe eyed boy with his head hung down i wasn t ready for new york town i wasn t built for no assembly line stare at a screen and clock my time it s a temple full of money no god in sight i wasn t built for no assembly line well workin and a pickin and a singin ain t gotten me far yet i ain t left this bar yet and it s quarter to two and i m wondering if i ever should ve even left charlotte don t matter how far i get or what i do and i don t believe in no dating scene see which girls will swipe on me and lie about what i like on tv i don t believe in no dating scene i wasn t raised on no fair weather friends who disappear till we dance again then whiskey till we got the bends i wasn t raised on no fair weather friends well workin and a pickin and a singin ain t gotten me far yet i ain t left this bar yet and it s quarter to three i m wondering if i ever should ve even left charlotte i sure ain t no star yet hell maybe it s me i wasn t ready for new york town so hand me down my homemade crown we ll drink a round to this part time king and full time clown i ll have the last laugh in new york town  well workin and a pickin and a singin ain t gotten me far yet i ain t left this bar yet and it s quarter to four but it s no time now to run on back to charlotte i won t sell my guitar yet cause maybe there s more1