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