Текст песни Waylon Jennings - New York City R.f.d.
Waylon Jennings - New York City R.f.d. слова песни
From Herte Mississippi to Tupelo then I caught an eastbound freightWith sky high hopes opened out scopes and hurt all over my faceNew York City is a bad place to be when you`re out of your headCountry style running wild country styleThe new wears off and time wears off and my roots are showin` throughBut nobody cares about from where you came but what they can get out of youAnd New York City is a bad place to be...What would mom and daddy say if they saw me this a wayWould they pray for me yes they wouldBut nobody`s heard about rainy day women in that Herte Mississippi neighborhoodAnd New York City is a bad place to be...New York City is a bad place to be...