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

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

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

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

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

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

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