New York City's Killing Me

There's just soemthin' about this hotelGot me wishin' I was dead.Got to get out of New York City,Somewhere I can clear my head.I was just kickin' along the sidewalk,No one looks you in the eye,No one asks you how you doin',Don't seem to care if you live or die.I just got to get me somewhere,Somewhere that I can feel free,Get me out of New York City, son,New York City's killin' me.It was just outside of Nashville,I met the woman of my dreams.Sure would like to get to know her,Maybe find out what it means.I get so tired of all this concrete.I get so tired of all this noise.Gotta get back up in the country,And have a couple drinks with the good ole' boys.I just got to get me somewhere,Somewhere that I can be free,Get me out of New York City, son,New York City's killin' me.