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