What's Your Name

Well, it's eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho
I'll find my limo driver
Mister, take us to the show
I done, made some plans for, later on tonight
I'll find a, little queen
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 same?

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'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?
Oh, yeah

What's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl
Won't you do the same?

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 was your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl
Well, there ain't no shame

Oh, what was your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl
Won't you do the same?
Whoo