Big City Girls - Blues Traveler

Big City Girls Lyrics

You got one boy
With your right hand
And the other one
You hail a taxi cabBig city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my way back down to New OrleansYou got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tanBig city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my back down to TennesseeBig city days
Seeing if it pays
Barely rescued by the hell you're going to raiseShe's going to roll you
Through the wasteland
While she takes you
To see the latest band
Big city girls you make a mess out of me
But I'm on my way back down to the Florida KeysShe'll tip your last cash
Past a velvet rope
And you've got to crash

Cause it's your only hope
Big city girls you make a mess out of me
But I'm on my way back home to New OrleansBig city days
Seeing if it pays
Barely rescued by the hell you're going to raiseBig city night
Hanging on too tight
But she takes my hand and I give up the fightShe's got one eye
On the next bar
And the other one
On exactly who you think you areBig Apple girls you make a mess out of me
South Jersey girls you make a mess out of me
Hill Country girls you make a mess out of me
Rocky Mountain Girls you make a mess out of me
Sweet Valley you make a mess out of me
Big Easy girls you make a mess out of me
Little easy girls you make a mess out of me
Any easy girls you make a mess out of me
But I always come back home to New York City