Well Its cold up here I could use that southern breeze Let the red clay stain on the bottoms of my feet . Traffic jams, takes all day

Wish I was on my way to the side of that muddy river

New York City don’t feel quite the same I gotta get back to

them Slowed down Things

it Seems like Summer But I can’t quite see the stars, Yeah The streets got rhythm but Can’t feel the heart. Subway train Movin too fast

Can’t, find the line to get me back

Home, to that Muddy river

New York City don’t feel quite the same I gotta get back to that

To them Slowed down Things

Man a couple of days down south is all I need

With momma and daddy on the porch singing harmony Everything good, takes more time

Im Always gonna be a step behind

Till I’m on that muddy river.

New York City don’t feel quite the same

I gotta get back to that them slowed down things

I say New York City don’t feel quite the same

I gotta get back to that them slowed down things