(Jimmy Reed)

Bright lights, big city

Gone to my baby's head

Ah bright lights, big city

They've gone to my baby's head

Well I tried to tell you woman

But you don't listen to what I said



Alright, pretty baby

You'll knock yourself out some day

Oh alright, pretty baby

You'll knock yourself out some day

Well I tried to tell you woman

But you don't listen to what I say