Big City Girls - Blues Traveler

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