Yeah, I pick her up at seven, she comes runnin' out the door

Flip-flops in her hand, cut-off jeans, T-shirt

Jumpin' in the front seat, she looks so good it hurts

She's a big city girl in her T-shirt

Yeah, she loves to hear a diesel and to watch them black smoke roll

Love it when I drive her out in the country roads

Don't need to dress her up, she looks so good it hurts

My big city girl in her T-shirt

Yeah, we take her out on the town, I drive her downtown

It's a Broadway street, people everywhere

But when she comes around, everybody stops and stares

At my big city girl in her T-shirt

In her T-shirt

Yeah, she loves to hear a diesel and to watch them black smoke roll

Love it when I drive her out in the country roads

Don't need to dress her up, she looks so good it hurts

My big city girl in her T-shirt

Yeah, I pick her up at seven, she comes runnin' out the door

Flip-flops in her hand, cut-off jeans, T-shirt