Dave Hlubek - Big Apple lyrics

New York City, you're so big and tough Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad 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 Oh, come on baby 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