Intro 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