Blues Traveler - Big City Girls lyrics

You got one boy With your right hand And the other one You hail a taxi cab Big city girls you make a mess out of me Now I'm on my way back down to New Orleans You got a nice car From a rich man With a gold watch And a fake tan Big city girls you make a mess out of me Now I'm on my back down to Tennessee Big city days Seeing if it pays Barely rescued by the hell you're going to raise She'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 Keys She'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 Orleans Big city days Seeing if it pays Barely rescued by the hell you're going to raise Big city night Hanging on too tight But she takes my hand and I give up the fight She's got one eye On the next bar And the other one On exactly who you think you are Big 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