Lyric Big Apple

New York City, you re so big and tough,
Well here we come, baby, struttin our stuff.
Well we look kinda freaky we re pretty damn bad.
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.
Oh, come on baby.

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.