I read your letter just this morning The first you've wrote since you've been gone You've finally found yourself a home You've bought a new car, a great big red one With a top that rolls right down You must be something in San Fransisco A dressed up, painted country clown You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell You're plain jane country come to town The pace is too fast and you're out of your class You're plain jane country come to town You know I love you, at least you ought to I've loved you all of my livin' days You got no business makin' changes Yeah girl, I love your country ways Go sell that red car, catch an airplane And I'll be waiting when you land Yeah, get a white dress, find a preacher We'll get some rings to fit your hand You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell You're plain jane country come to town The pace is too fast and you're out of your class You're plain jane country come to town You're plain jane country come to town You're plain jane country come to town
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