Στοίχοι: Buck Owens. I Wouldn't Live In New York City.

It ain't nothin' but a concrete jungle with people packed like sardines
Where everybody's tryin' to live beyond their means
Where all the natives hurry and scurry too and fro
And like a fleas on a puppy dog they got no place to go
I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town
Talk about a bummer it's the biggest one around
Sodom and Gommorah was tame to what I found
I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town
Well I ain't seen the sunshine since the day that I arrived
Cause brother I've been busy a tryin' to survive

Nobody knows you've been here till you're six feet under ground
Than you become a statistic if they remember to write you down