New York City R.f.d. lyrics

From Herte Mississippi to Tupelo then I caught an eastbound freight With sky high hopes opened out scopes and hurt all over my face New York City is a bad place to be when you're out of your head Country style running wild country style The new wears off and time wears off and my roots are showin' through But nobody cares about from where you came but what they can get out of you And New York City is a bad place to be... What would mom and daddy say if they saw me this a way Would they pray for me yes they would But nobody's heard about rainy day women in that Herte Mississippi neighborhood And New York City is a bad place to be... New York City is a bad place to be...