Lynyrd Skynyrd 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've done made some plans for later on tonight:
I'll find a little queenie 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's ame.
Back at the hotel, Lord, we got such a mess.
It seems, one of the crew had a go with one of the guests, ah 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.
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 and 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, for there ain't no shame.
What was your name, little girl, what's your'n ame?
Shootin' you straight, little girl, won't you do the same.
