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

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

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

You in your fancy Material world Don't see the links of chain Binding blood Our own ancestors Are hungry ghosts Closets so full of bones They won't close Call it upward mobility

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

I know about popular You're only ever who you were It's not about who you are or your fancy car So catch up, 'cause you got an awful long way to go My problem, I never was a model, I never was a scholar, You were singing, all the songs I don't know

This is the good life Take a good look, have anything you want Dining with your friends at the fancy restaurant Living the good life Whoa, whoa, whoa We have such a good time, I know I'll tell you what we're gonna do, what you need to know What you gotta

Sister big stuff You're never gonna get my love You're never gonna make me cry Who do you think you are? Not because yo' wear All those fancy clothes Drive around a big fine car Oh yes, you do now Do you think I can't afford

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

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