Looking at her phone desk, tapping her feet
The kind of girl your mama likes to meet
A sunday school dress, buttoned up tight
When the weekend comes she's like a red taillight

She likes to get out of town
Yeah, she likes to get out of town
She's got a little red ragtop she just bought
Just forty-five minutes from her two days off
She's watching the clock just counting it down
That girl likes to get out of town

She's got a little glove box with everything she needs
Got some red lipstick and some Mardi Grass beads
Got some party girlfriends like to keep it unwound
That girl likes to get out of town

She likes to get out of town
Yeah, she likes to get out of town
They've got a motel room with a single bed
Just a-singing down the road going out of their heads
Gonna turn it on up
Time to party on down
That girl likes to get out of town

Yeah, yeah, my, my
Big funs close as the city limit sign
Yeah, yeah, do tell
Daddys little angel gonna raise a little
Well, well, well, well

She's got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone
Got an ex-boyfriend that won't leave her alone
Oh, but it won't hurt  what they don't know
What goes on the road
Stays on the road

She likes to get out of town
Yeah, she likes to get out of town
She was born to shake it and it's not her fault
But the competition just loves to talk
She's so tired of them putting her down
That girl likes to get out of town

She likes to get out of town
Yeah, she likes to get out of town
It's time to crank it on up
Time to party on down
That girl likes to, that girl likes to get out of town
Gonna crank it, gonna crank it