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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
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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
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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
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