Mark Fulwider & Bobby Watson - New York Lady

Well she's a new york lady
She got a memphis soul
A new york lady
Coming home coming home, yeah
She got a neon heart and golden hair
Down to there
Got a southern soul
A little bit of rock and roll
And a look that says come over here
Yeah she's a new york lady
She longs for southern nights
A new york lady
Staring at city lights
The pain bites, yeah
On a southbound train
In the pouring rain
The tears they stain
That photograph
Of a southern man
And, oh my god, she holds him near
New york lady
She's headed home
To pick up her man
New york lady
She'll be holding him
In the palm of her hand

Written by:
Mark Fulwider

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