The Cotton Patch

[Verse 1]
I was raised in the middle of the cotton belt, babe
But I ain't gonna stay
I'll lose my shape fast dragging cotton sacks
And eating butter beans every day
Yeah, I'm a sweet young thing, I just turned eighteen
And I'm unhooking the latch
'Cause I've got too much class for this cotton patch

[Verse 2]
I've been reading 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 trying 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

[Verse 3]
It's Monday morning, 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 going straight through on a Dallas run
Yeah, I'm heading for big D
And I know that's the place for me to really make a catch
I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton patch

[Verse 4]
I arrived in style aboard that big semi
And I felt mighty high
Waltzing into the best department store
For employment to suit my style
And I was doin' pretty good
'Til some wisecracker came on the scene
He called me a ripe tomato
But he said I sure look green

[Verse 5]
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
Sticking labels on dog food cans

[Verse 6]
Dear, Mama, how are you, pop and kids?
Hope you're doing okay
Me, I never did find a better job
And all the rich men got away
Mama I've been thinking
Pretty soon you know I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about class fast
Mama, know what I mean?

[Outro]
Mama, if you'd ask Papa if he'd spare a few dollars
I'd catch the next Greyhound coming 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