Tekst:
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
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
