Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
From Herte, Mississippi to Tupelo
Then I caught an eastbound freight
With sky high hopes opened out scopes
And hurt all over my face

[Chorus]
New York City is a bad place to be
When you're out of your head
Country style, running wild country style

[Verse 2]
The new wears off and time wears off
And my roots are showing through
But nobody cares about from where you came
But what they can get out of you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
What would mom and daddy say
If they saw me this a way
Would they pray for me? Yes, they would
But nobody's heard about rainy day women
In that Herte, Mississippi neighborhood

[Chorus][x2]