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Big City Woman
(B. Walker, J. Harte, D. Child, H. Benson, E. Turner)
I¡¯m just a porch stompin ol¡¯ son of a gun.
Thumpin¡¯ on my guitar, chuggin¡¯ down the rum.
Got a bullet in my pocket and a big shot gun.
I¡¯m lookin¡¯ for a lover cus¡¯ I¡¯m needin¡¯ me one.
Well listen up baby,
You¡¯re blue chip beauty with a high price spead.
Sleepin¡¯ in silk in your high rise bed.
You got diamonds on your fingers,
And neon in your eyes.
But all the money in the world don¡¯t satisfy.
You don¡¯t wanna be lonely, the whole night through.
I don¡¯t wanna be lonely, girl I want you.
I¡¯m all trash and you¡¯re all style.
Country boy and a big city woman.
You¡¯re all flash and I¡¯m all smiles.
Country boy and a big city woman, big city woman.
Now I¡¯m a dirty desperado, you¡¯re a clean Cadillac.
You¡¯re the Buckingham palace, I¡¯m a Birmingham shack.
You want push, I want shove.
I¡¯m so bad, you¡¯re so good.
I guess that¡¯s why they call it love.
You don¡¯t want to be lonely, the whole night through.
I don¡¯t want to be lonely, girl I want you.
I¡¯m all trash and you¡¯re all style.
Country boy and a big city woman.
You¡¯re all flash and I¡¯m all smiles.
Country boy and a big city woman.
You can sashay on the town.
Country boy and a big city woman.
You¡¯re cold as cash, but I¡¯ll burn you down.
Country boy and a big city woman,
Big city woman.
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