New York City (acoustic)

I remember learning how to make a quick hundred bucks Sleeping in the back of a pickup truck I remember looking through the barrel of a loaded gun Texas cops and cooking drugs But look at us in New York City Everybody's listening to me. Here we are in New York City Rock and roll in New York City - alright! I remember begging my best friend for my life He caught me and his wife with a pocket knife I remember getting picked up for a petty crime And getting locked up for holding a dime But look at us in New York City Everybody's listening to me. Here we are in New York City Rock and roll in New York City