She Likes to Get Out of Town (with The Cadillac Three)

Looking at her phone desk, tapping her feet That kind of girl your Mama likes to meet, yeah Sunday school dress, buttoned up tight, (Buttoned up tight) When the weekend comes, she's like a red tail-light She'd like to get out of town She'd like to get out of town She's got a little red ragtop, she just bought Just forty-five minutes, from her two days off She's watching that clock, just counting it down She'd like to get out of town She'd like to get out of town, yeah She's got a little glove box, she's got еverything, she needs Got some rеd lipstick, she got some Mardi Gras beads Got some party-girl friends, like to keep it unwound That girl likes to get out of town She'd like to get out of town Yeah, she'd like to get out of town They've got a motel room, with a single bed Just a-singing down the road, going out of their heads Gonna shake it on up, and gonna party, on down She'd like to get out of town Get out of town She'd like to get out of town, oh, oh-oh Yeah, my, my Big fun's close, as the city limit sign Yeah, yeah, do tell And Daddy's little angel, gonna raise a little well, well, well, well She's got that second cousin, that keeps her on the phone Got an ex-boyfriend, that won't leave her alone Oh, but it won't hurt 'em, what they don't know What goes on the road, stays on the road She'd like to get out of town, yeah She'd like to get outta town, yeah Yeah, alright, she was born to shake it, it ain't her fault (Ain't her fault) But the competition just loves to talk, (Can't stand it) She's so tired, of them putting her down Now, what's a girl to do? She wanna get out of town (She gotta get out of town) She'd like to get out of town