New York City Blues

Everyone in New York City’s got a frowning face
And I’m sure glad that I’m just passing through
This old country boy from Oaky sure feels out of place
That’s why I’m singing these New York City blues
Now southern hospitality is far behind
A thing these Yankee folks don’t ever use
You’ll find it somewhere down below that Dixon Line
Oh Lord I got these New York City blues
Here comes now
This old town sure gets lonely late at night
When your only friend’s a rotgut jug of booze
But come daylight in the morning I’ll be out of sight
Lord I got these New York City blues
Yeah, southern hospitality will soon be mine
Because I’m going back where the sidewalks fit my shoes
Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
I got these New York City blues