New York City Blues - Merle Haggard

Everyone in New York City’s got a frowning face

And I’m sure glad that I’m just passing through

This old country boy from Oaky 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 Lord 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

Because I’m going back where the sidewalks fit my shoes

Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

I got these New York City blues