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
Ann Marie Boskovich, Johan Gustav Lindbrandt, Rita Wilson
Universal Music Publishing Group