New York City - Christopher Owens

I remember learning how to make a quick hundred bucks

Sleeping in the back of a pickup truck

I remember looking down the barrel of a loaded gun

Texas cops and cooking drugs

But look at us in New York City

Everybody’s listening to me

Here we are in New York City

Rock and roll in New York City

Alright

I remember begging my best friend for my life

He cut me and his wife with a pocket knife

I remember getting picked up for a petty crime

And getting locked up for holding a dime

But look at us in New York City

Everybody’s listening to me

Here we are in New York City

Rock and roll in New York City