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From Earth, Mississippi to Tupelo
Then I caught an eastbound freight
With sky high hopes, open-eyed scopes
And earth 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 on
And my roots are showing 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 them say if they saw me this way?
Would they pray for me? Yes, they would
But nobody′s heard about rainy day women
In an Earthy 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
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Writer(s): Larry Collins, Alice Joy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
