Rita Wilson - Big City Small Town Girl Lyrics

I'm Southern, Southern California
I was born in LA, it'll always be my home
I can't deny I got another side
My wheels keep turnin' and I never stop yearnin' for an open road

Cruisin' PCH to Interstate 40, eeh
I got both city lights and fireflies in me, me, yeah

Who says you can't be country
A little pop and rock and roll? (Rock and roll)
Whoa-whoa, oh-oh
T-shirt and bare feet
Or I can be heels and pearls (heels and pearls)
Big city small town girl, oh (oh)
Big city small town girl, oh

I was raised blue collar, a bartender's daughter
He said, "You gotta work hard to make it in this town"
Mom made my prom dress, I felt like a princess
Even more than I do in these designer gowns

Through my orange trees I could see the Hollywood sign, -ign
And hear my parents playin' The Beatles and Patsy Cline, -ine, yeah

Who says you can't be country
A little pop and rock and roll? (Rock and roll)
Whoa-whoa, oh-oh
T-shirt and bare feet
Or I can be heels and pearls (heels and pearls)
Big city small town girl, oh (oh)
Big city small town girl, oh

I know that I might be in this high rise
But my heart is out in that wide open space
Wherever I go, freeways to back roads
I know I'm never gonna change

Big city small town girl, oh
Big city small town girl, oh
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Who says you can't be country
A little pop and rock and roll? (Rock and roll)
Whoa-whoa, oh-oh
T-shirt and bare feet
Or I can be heels and pearls (heels and pearls)
Big city small town girl, oh (oh)
Big city small town girl, oh (oh)
Big city small town girl