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