(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