"Big Apple" lyrics
New York City, you're so big and tough
Well, here we come, baby, strutting our stuff
Well, we look kinda freaky. We're pretty damn bad
'Cause Southern cooking 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
Well, here we come, baby, strutting our stuff
Well, we look kinda freaky. We're pretty damn bad
'Cause Southern cooking 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
Writer(s): Terry Allan Clements
