Big City Good Time Gal - Wayne Hancock

I gotta crazy little lady, she’s a wildcat

She’s up the fourteenth floor, has a two room flat

She’s my honey lovin’baby

Hep cats call her Sue

She really digs this kinda livin'

She’s always got the hi-rise blues

This scene ain’t nothing like a rural route

You ain’t gotta go travel to the steppin’out

I’m just a gift from the country

I ain’t got no pals

Lord I don’t need nobody

Just my big city good times gal

(Hi-rises baby!)

(woo, groovy baby?)

(2nd Verse)

Sometimes I tend to worry and I wonder too

What a hillbilly guy like me gonna do If the day ever comes that she don’t want me hangin’around

Well I’ll do a little jumpin’and hit every joint in town

I got a flat out yonder down Texas way

Hot rod Chrysler when I wanna play

And a knife fer throwin’a fit that’s gonna make 'em howl

I’m gonna party with my baby

My big city good time gal

(pound it down)

(the professor)

(repeat 1st verse)