Are we growing up or just going down? It's just a matter of time until we're all found out 'Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light Take our tears, put 'em on ice I'll keep singing this lie Take our tears, put them on ice The best

Get back, back, honky cat Better get back to the woods Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways They said, get back, back, honky cat You better get back, back, honky cat Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine Get back,

She's a star From the backstreets to the city First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you She comes to life from the cover of a Hollywood magazine With a sense of confidence hard to fight She waits to be discovered

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City But maybe everything that dies someday comes back And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready For

Yeah, heel, toe, docie do Come on baby, let's go boot scootin' Oh Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Boot scootin' boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky

Mama say she good Doing what I should (I already won) City on the map No time to kick back (I already) Stopped giving a damn about When they tell me how I won't make it out (I already won) I already won I got the keys to my hood I got the world on my

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my California queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

She make that back move (Damn) She made the titties move (Goddamn) I got the moves I'm making moves You gotta move (You gotta move) I make the city move (Like whoa) I made the city move I got the moves (I'm making moves)