Jeannie C. Riley
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I was raised in the middle of the cotton belt, babe
But I ain't gonna stay
I'll lose my shape fast draggin' cotton sacks
And eatin' butter beans ever day.

Yeah. I'm a sweet young thing
I just turned eighteen
And I'm unhookin' the latch
'Cause I've got too much class for this cotton patch.

I've been readin' magazines
On a once-a-week trip to town on Saturday
And I've seen all pretty clothes and had some rich men
And I know that's for me.

Papa's been tryin' to pair me up with Willie Bond
whose daddy owns the cotton gin
Ha, I done checked Willie out two years ago
and Willie knows I'm too much for him
It's Monday mornin' four o'clock got my sack packed.

And I'm out here where the freeway runs
Here comes a truck I'm in luck he's goin' straight through on a Dallas run
Yeah, I am headin' for big D and I know that's place for me
to really make a catch
Well, finally I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton patch.

I arrived in style aboard that big semi and I felt mighty high
Waltzin' into the best department store for employment to suit my style
And I was doin' pretty good till some wisecracker came on the scene
He called me a ripe tomato but he said I sure look green

I tried ever door to ever store in town but my luck had run down
It seemed nobody round Dallas could recognize the class I'd brought to town
And after all day of looking would you believe the only job I could land
Was in a dog food factory stickin' labels on dog food cans.

Dear mama how are you pop and kids hope you're doin' okay
Me I never did find a better job and all the rich men got away
Mama I've been thinkin' pretty soon you know I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about class fast mama know what I mean.

Mama if you'd ask papa if he'd spare a few dollars
I'd catch the next greyhound comin' home
And I tell you if Willie Bond ain't committed yet I'd be willin' to give it a try
After all it's been two years, just tell papa money...


Mirror lyrics:

After all it's been two years, just tell papa money...
And I tell you if Willie Bond ain't committed yet I'd be willin' to give it a try
I'd catch the next greyhound comin' home
Mama if you'd ask papa if he'd spare a few dollars

And I sure learned a lot about class fast mama know what I mean.
Mama I've been thinkin' pretty soon you know I'll be nineteen
Me I never did find a better job and all the rich men got away
Dear mama how are you pop and kids hope you're doin' okay

Was in a dog food factory stickin' labels on dog food cans.
And after all day of looking would you believe the only job I could land
It seemed nobody round Dallas could recognize the class I'd brought to town
I tried ever door to ever store in town but my luck had run down

He called me a ripe tomato but he said I sure look green
And I was doin' pretty good till some wisecracker came on the scene
Waltzin' into the best department store for employment to suit my style
I arrived in style aboard that big semi and I felt mighty high

Well, finally I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton patch.
to really make a catch
Yeah, I am headin' for big D and I know that's place for me
Here comes a truck I'm in luck he's goin' straight through on a Dallas run
And I'm out here where the freeway runs

It's Monday mornin' four o'clock got my sack packed.
and Willie knows I'm too much for him
Ha, I done checked Willie out two years ago
whose daddy owns the cotton gin
Papa's been tryin' to pair me up with Willie Bond

And I know that's for me.
And I've seen all pretty clothes and had some rich men
On a once-a-week trip to town on Saturday
I've been readin' magazines

'Cause I've got too much class for this cotton patch.
And I'm unhookin' the latch
I just turned eighteen
Yeah. I'm a sweet young thing

And eatin' butter beans ever day.
I'll lose my shape fast draggin' cotton sacks
But I ain't gonna stay
I was raised in the middle of the cotton belt, babe


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