Waylon Jennings - New York City, R.F.D. Lyrics
(Collins - Joy)From Herte, Mississippi to TupeloThen I caught an eastbound freightWith sky high hopes opened out scopesAnd hurt all over my face.New York City is a bad place to beWhen you're out of your headCountry style, running wild country style.The new wears off and time wears offAnd my roots are showin' throughBut nobody cares about from where you cameBut what they can get out of you.And New York City is a bad place to beWhen you're out of your headCountry style, running wild country style.What would mom and daddy sayIf they saw me this a wayWould they pray for me? yes they wouldBut nobody's heard about rainy day womenIn that Herte, Mississippi neighborhood.And New York City is a bad place to beWhen you're out of your headCountry style, running wild country style.New York City is a bad place to beWhen you're out of your headCountry style, running wild country style...