Woorden: Steve Earle. What's Your Name.

Well, it's 8 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?
Shouldn't you stay, 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?
Shouldn't you stay, little girl?
For there ain't no shame

What's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shouldn't you stay, little girl?

What's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shouldn't you stay, little girl?

9 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?
Shouldn't you stay, little girl?
Well, there ain't no shame

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