verse 1
New York City, you're so big and tough
Well here we come, baby, we're struttin' our stuff
Well, we look kinda frisky, we're pretty damn bad, that's right
Cause Southern cookin' is all we ever had, cook 'em up some greens, baby
Instrumental
verse 2
I've seen the mountains up in Tennessee
Sweet little hill woman satisfied me
We know that it's tough and it's an uphill battle
But we're running 'em hard, baby, sitting in the saddle, yeah
Instrumental
verse 3
New York City, you're so big and tough
My pistols are loaded, I feel rough
Well, we heard of your punks and your high heel steppers
We're bad Southern boys and don't you forget us, yeah
Outro