Everyone in New York City's got a frowning face And I'm sure glad that I'm just pa**ing through This old country boy from Okie 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 Lordm 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 'Cause I'm going back where the sidewalks fit my shoes Mmm, mhm ,mhm, mhm, mhm I got these New York City blues...