New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don´t get annoyed
I ain´t no hippie, just a New York boy

Didn´t want the mayor to come
Or a big brass band to greet me
But then the reception I got
Well it wasn´t what I had in mind
People gawkin´ at me
Like I´m talkin´ strange
Me, I ain´t much better
´Cause I´m thinkin´ the same
Hey boy

New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don´t get annoyed
I ain´t no hippie, just a New York boy

Sayin´ y´all and eatin´ on grits
Talkin´ as slow as molasses
And all the time just pointing at me
And the hair growin´ over my ears

Gets my mind to wonderin´
Just who´s right and who´s wrong
I guess if they´ll get used to the sideburns
I´ll get used to the corn
Hey boy

New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don´t get annoyed
I ain´t no hippie, just a New York boy

New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don´t get annoyed
I ain´t no hippie, just a New York boy
New York City look at me now.....