Waylon Jennings - New York City, R.F.D. lyrics

[Verse 1] From Herte, Mississippi to Tupelo Then I caught an eastbound freight With sky high hopes opened out scopes And hurt all over my face [Chorus] New York City is a bad place to be When you're out of your head Country style, running wild country style [Verse 2] The new wears off and time wears off And my roots are showing through But nobody cares about from where you came But what they can get out of you [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus][x2]