Headed back on a highway drive, Interstate Eighty-five
Comin' back from a show that we had in Charlotte
It was getting kind of late and the fireworks display, it played a thief to all
the stars glory
The wheels they were turning, boy my eyes they were burning, it said Raleigh
fifty miles
Big city, turn me on
Pick me up, throw me down just like your doll
Tell me I’m wrong when I know just what I saw
Big city turn me on
Me and my friends go to the same bar every Thursday
We stare at the centerfold eyes that keep mixing our drinks
The liquor lies are all that’s left of this poor girl’s innocence
She don’t know my name but I’ll be damned if one day she won’t
Big city, turn me on
Pick me up, throw me down just like your doll
Tell me I’m wrong when I know just what I saw
Big city turn me on
Candlelight retrospection on a hand-me-down couch
There is coffee in my hand, her head in my lap, and Dylan on the stereo
Like a jewelry store window her eyes, they were made to sparkle
And for a moment I still believed in love
Big city, turn me on
Pick me up, throw me down just like your doll
Tell me I’m wrong when I know good-and-well what I saw
Big city, turn me on, boy, turn me on
I said, turn me on
I said, big city turn me on
Big city, turn me on
Big city, turn me on
Big city, turn me on