Those city lights drew you like a magnet You were attracted to his high-falootin I begged you not to go, but you still packed up I Oh, look who My old truck could not compare to his Mercedes Did it humble you when you rode back on that Greyhound
You picked a plastic rose and left a field of daisies I Oh, look who Chorus: What brings you back to this part of the country Well let me guess, ol Did he throw you away like his money I Oh, look who Repeat Chorus I Oh, look who