Down Home Cookin’

Seven days of your redneck ways left me hungry
She comes but never stays
Trailer princess, you're heaven found
Just a little fish from a one-horse town

Kiss me good-bye, my redneck angel, fly south to daddy's farm
The hookers and queens and broken dreams are calling: New York City, here I come

Still I've been here in Carolina
Splashing around in your little pond
The sofa is getting harder, time drags you along
Your days are getting darker, you feel like you've been gone

Kiss me good-bye, my redneck angel, fly south to daddy's farm
The hookers and queens and broken dreams are calling: New York City, here I come. Back to Brooklyn
Your down home cookin' left a bad taste in my mouth
Stone washed jeans and white trash scenes are all behind me now

Kiss me good-bye, my redneck angel, fly south to daddy's farm
Hookers and queens and broken dreams are calling: New York City, here I come. Back to Brooklyn
Your down home cookin' left a bad taste in my mouth
Stone washed jeans and white trash scenes are all behind me
Your down home cookin' left a bad taste in my mouth