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 girls, 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