Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho
I'll find my limo driver
Mister, take us to the show
I done made some plans for later on tonight
I'll find a little queen
And I know I can treat her rightWhat's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Won't you do the same?Back at the hotel
Lord we got such a mess
It seems that one of the crew
Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes
Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar, what a shame
Won't you come upstairs girl
And have a drink of champagneWhat's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
For there ain't no shameWhat's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Won't you do the same? Awh yeahWhat's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Won't you do the same?Nine o'clock the next day
And I'm ready to go
I got six hundred miles to ride
To do one more show, oh no
Can I get you a taxi home
It sure was grand
When I come back here next year
I want to see you againWhat was your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Well there ain't no shame
What was your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Won't you do the same? Woo
Songwriters
RONNIE VAN ZANT, GARY ROBERT ROSSINGTONPublished by
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