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 Okie 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 it comes now This old town sure get 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 'Cause I'm going back where the sidewalks fit my shoes Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm I got these New York City blues