Paroles de Big Apple
New york city, youre so big and tough,Well here we come, baby, struttin our stuff.
Well we look kinda freaky were pretty damn bad.
Cause southern cookin is all weve ever had.
Oh, cook em up some greens, baby.
Ive seen the mountains up in tennessee.
Sweet little hill women satisfied me.
We all know its tough and its an uphill battle.
But were running em hard baby, sitting in the saddle.
Oh, come on baby.
New york city youre so big and tough.
My pistols are loaded, I feel rough.
Well. weve heard of your punks and high heeled steppers.
Were bad southern boys and dont you forget us
Sweet little hill women satisfied me.
We all know its tough and its an uphill battle.
But were running em hard baby, sitting in the saddle.
Oh, come on baby.
New york city youre so big and tough.
My pistols are loaded, I feel rough.
Well. weve heard of your punks and high heeled steppers.
Were bad southern boys and dont you forget us
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