Alright alright Financially, I'm a pauper, But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. I'm not in a position to maintain you, The way that you're accustomed to, Can't take you out to fancy places, Like other fellows that I know can do, I'm only able to

Um, um, I, I do really love you It's you I'm in love with It's not what you are It's not how you treat me Or your fancy car But there's something about you I keep yearning for I, I do really love you Just thinking about you

Your silver nights and golden days I try to reach you in a million ways I´m crazy ´bout you bonnie Can you tell? Your diamond rings and fancy clothes Do I want you babe, well heaven knows I´m wild about you bonnie Can´t you see, hey bonnie I´ve

Most of y'all all sound all the same With your fancy cars and your diamond rings Don't you know it's about to change? What are you so afraid of? The emcee, master of ceremonies My pen be faster, how dare you phonies? That temp me, run back and your

Alright alright Financially, I'm a pauper, But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. I'm not in a position to maintain you, The way that you're accustomed to, Can't take you out to fancy places, Like other fellows that I know can do, I'm only able to

(Oh! Ay ay ay) You're gonna be, a shinin' star In fancy clothes, and fancy car-ars And then you'll see, you're gonna go far 'Cause everyone knows, just who ya are-are So live your life (Hey! Ay ay ay) You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life

Don't go city on me Please girl keep it country Life so different since you cross those tracks Come on keep it country With your fancy bling and your miss me jeans The girl I knew wouldn't need those things Bring that pretty little accent back Don't go

A prelude to a kiss Though it's just a simple melody With nothing fancy Nothing much You could turn it to a symphony A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch For the tenderness within your eyes My love is a prelude that never dies If you hear

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we

Can't get no antidote for blues Can't find no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are