Lyrics:

New York City, you're so big and tough

Well, here we come, baby, we're struttin' our stuff
Well, we look kinda freaky, we're pretty damn bad
That's right
'Cause Southern cookin' is all we've ever had
Oh, cook 'em up some greens, baby

I've seen the mountains up in Tennessee
Sweet little hill women satisfied me
We all know it's tough and it's an uphill battle
But we're running 'em hard, baby, sitting in the saddle, yeah

Oh, come on, baby

Oh, yeah

New York City, you're so big and tough
My pistols are loaded, I feel rough
Well, we've heard of your punks and high heeled steppers
We're bad southern boys and don't you forget us
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