Lyrics

Well, it's eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show, that's right I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a little queenie And I know I can treat her right What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight Little girl, won't you do the samee Back at the hotel, Lord, we got such a mess It seems that one of the crew had a go with one of the guests Oh, yes Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar, what a shame Won't you come upstairs, girl And have a drink of champagne, what about you guys What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight Little girl, for there ain't no shame What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight Little girl, won't you do the same? What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight Little girl, for there ain't no shame Nine o'clock the next day and I'm ready to go I got six hundred miles to ride to do one more show Oh, no Can I get you a taxi home It sure was grand When I come back here next year I wanna see you again What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight Little girl, for there ain't no shame What's your name, little girl? What's your name? Shootin' you straight Little girl, won't you do the same?
Writer(s): Ronnie Van Zant, Gary Robert Rossington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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