A tremblin' hand and a shaky voice
Said I had to leave
New
York
Skipped a callin' out of corners
Stopped by hidin' in the dark
I'm gonna go back south
Where all the people laugh and play
Got my hands on some men,
we can leave out right away
Hey, down on little
Barney, down on little
Barney
Down on little
Barney, down on little
Barney
She said that she didn't get
away from her old man
Too much for her head
And if she stayed with him,
she just might as well be dead
And I saw you playin' on
the bandstand late last night
I knew if I should have you,
everything would be alright
Hey, down on the bottom
Down on the bottom
Down on the bottom
Down mornin', down
on the mornin'
Well, she looked at me and said,
I'm a
New
York girl born and raised
I wanna go back south so I can get crazed
Hey, down on the mornin',
down on the mornin'
Down to the bottom
Down to the bottom
I'll get it
Hey, down on the border, down on the border,
down on the border, down on the
She said somehow I get the feeling
that you don't want to go
Your head's up there in
New
York, you're just trying
to steal the show
Yes, you're right,
I love the rancher's girl
Told me never to return
If I go back to the border
Artistic models will confer
Hey, down on the border
Down on the border
Down to the border
Down to the border
Down to the border
Down down in the body
Down in the body,
down in the body