The Cotton Patch (Remastered 2022)

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 eatin' butter beans every 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 our once-a-week trip
To town on Saturday
And I've seen all the pretty clothes and handsome 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 herе where the freeway runs
Hеre comes a truck, I'm in luck
He's goin' 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
Well, finally I'm a-gettin' my class
Out of this cotton patch

I arrived in style 'board 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
'Til some wisecracker came on the scene
He called me a ripe tomato
But he said I sure look green

I tried every door to every 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 lookin'
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 the 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 could spare a few dollars
I'd catch the next Greyhound comin' home
And tell him if Willie Bond ain't committed yet
I'd be willin' to give him another try
After all, it's been over two years
Just tell Papa