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[Intro] G F C G G F C G G F C G G F C G [Verse 1]
DNew York City, you're so big and tough WellD here we come, baby, we're struttin' our stuff Well, weD look kinda frisky, we're pretty damn bad, that's right CauseD Southern cookin' is all we ever had, cook 'em up some greens, baby
[Instrumental] G F C G G F C G [Verse 2]
DI've seen the mountains up in Tennessee DSweet little hill woman satisfied me WeD know that it's tough and it's an uphill battle But we'reD running 'em hard, baby, sitting in the saddle, yeah
[Instrumental] G F C G G F C G G F C G G F C D A E G D A E G D A E G D A E G D A E G D A E G G F C G G F C [Verse 3]
DNew York City, you're so big and tough MyD pistols are loaded, I feel rough Well, weD heard of your punks and your high heel steppers We'reD bad Southern boys and don't you forget us, yeah
[Outro] G F C G G F C G G F C G G F C G