Lyrics Big City Good Time Gal - Wayne Hancock

Big City Good Time Gal

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)