Gil Scott-Heron, Makaya McCraven - New York is Killing Me

Yeah, the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know That New York is killing me Yeah, I need to go home and take it slow down in Jackson, Tennessee Let me tell ya fast city ain't living all, it's cracked up to be Fast city living it all, it's cracked up to be Yes seem I need to go home And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee Yes I lay down, I lay down The doctor try to take it all in Yeah lay down, lay down To try to take it all in Yeah you got 8 million people And I didn't have a single friend Don't you know, don't you know New York was killing me Yes, I was standing nearly dying And New York was killing me Seems like I need to start over And move back home to Jackson, Tennessee Lord have mercy, mercy on me Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me Lord have mercy, mercy on me Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me Yeah, I need to be back home, need to be back home Need to be back home, need to be back home, yeah Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee Yeah, I born in Chicago but I... Down in Tennessee