New York City, R.F.D.

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

When you're out of your head

Country style, running wild country style

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

When you're out of your head

Country style, running wild country style

New York City is a bad place to be

When you're out of your head

Country style, running wild country style