i’m a new york city kid…

subways, bagels, loud-s streets.

but snozz lives out in tennessee,

and now i gotta sing this damn country beat…

he got a pickup truck, i got an mta card,

he drinks jack daniels, i drink whiskey at the bar.

he got boots and mud, i got concrete shoes,

broadway lights vs. backwoods blues.

oh snozz, you love country life,

front porch, crickets, stars at night.

but i’m stuck here hummin’ this tune,

new york heart singin’ under a tennessee moon.

in queens we got bodegas open ‘til four,

in his town walmart’s the only store.

dogs bark loud on a friday night,

and the porch light’s burnin’ yellow and bright.

banjo strum, fiddle cry,

snozz says “yee-haw,” i roll my eyes.

but here i am with this country song,

blame tennessee, ‘cause new york did no wrong.

oh snozz, you love country life,

pickup, whiskey, stars at night.

i’m a city soul, but i still sing along,

damn you snozz, for makin’ me write this song.