Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Chorus

New York City, look at me now..

I'm being stared at from behind the plow.

Mississ..ippi, 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!

Chorus

New York City, look at me now..

I'm being stared at from behind the plow.

Mississ..ippi, 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.

Bridge

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!

Chorus

New York City, look at me now..

I'm being stared at from behind the plow.

Mississ..ippi, don't get annoyed..

I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy.

Chorus

New York City, look at me now..

I'm being stared at from behind the plow.

Mississ..ippi, don't get annoyed..

I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy.

Outro

New York City, look at me now..

I'm being stared at from behind the plow.

Mississ..ippi, don't get annoyed..

I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy. (Fade.)

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.