Well, it's 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho
I'll find my limo driver, and 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

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

Writer : JOHNSON, KEITH/MASTERS, TOM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group