You could be a black bird On a country street Hiding from the world with a broken wing But you better believe, you gonna fly with me You could be a songbird from the New Orleans You're gonna fly Scared of the rain just scared to sing But you better

It's those honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme those honky tonk blues I'm sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in Jackson And on the street the summer sun it shines There's many a bar room queen I've had in Jackson But I just can't seen to drink you off my

'Cause I'm a country boy Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride Up city streets, down country roads 'Cause I'm a country boy, I've got a four-wheel drive I can get you where you need to go I can get you where you want to go Excuse me ma'am, I saw you