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.