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