Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление [Intro] G F C G G F C G G F C G G F C G [Verse 1] D New York City, you're so big and tough D Well here we come, baby, we're struttin' our stuff D Well, we look kinda frisky, we're pretty damn bad, that's right D Cause Southern cookin' is all we ever had, cook 'em up some greens, baby [Instrumental] G F C G G F C G [Verse 2] D I've seen the mountains up in Tennessee D Sweet little hill woman satisfied me D We know that it's tough and it's an uphill battle D But we're running 'em hard, baby, sitting in the saddle, yeah [Instrumental] G F C G G F C G G F C G G F C D A E G D A E G D A E G D A E G D A E G D A E G G F C G G F C [Verse 3] D New York City, you're so big and tough D My pistols are loaded, I feel rough D Well, we heard of your punks and your high heel steppers D We're bad Southern boys and don't you forget us, yeah [Outro] G F C G G F C G G F C G G F C G
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