I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

(Getting in tune to the straight and narrow) Right in on you Right in on you (right in on you) Getting in tune to the straight and narrow Yeh I'm getting in tune to the straight and narrow Right in tune I'm in tune And I'm gonna tune I'm getting in tune

I like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when To be young and in love in New York City To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me To be drunk and in

I like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when Damn, I like me better when I'm with you Stay awhile, stay awhile Stay here with me To be young and in love in New York City (New York

Ride out the wave Beneath the dance hall lights, You seem a girl so sound Lights up the ground, If you give up New York, I'll give you Tennessee, The only place to be The cowboy's burning eyes, Don't like the sight of me

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie You look happy Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now (But never truly lied at all, then and now) I put A$AP on my tat (woo!), I put New York on the map (woo!) I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name They robbin' boys

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