From Herte, Mississippi to Tupelo   Then I caught an eastbound freight   With sky high hopes opened out scopes   And hurt 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 off   And my roots are showin' 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 daddy say   If they saw me this a way   Would they pray for me? Yes, they would   But nobody's heard about rainy day women   In that Herte, 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, running wild country style