New York City, RFD Lyrics

	作词 : Collins, Joy
	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...

	zuo ci : Collins, Joy
	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...

	zuò cí : Collins, Joy
	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...

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