Lyrics The Cotton Patch - Jeannie C. Riley
I
was
raised
in
the
middle
of
the
cotton
belt,
babe
But
I
ain't
gonna
stay
I'll
lose
my
shape
fast
draggin'
cotton
sacks
And
eatin'
butter
beans
ever
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
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
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
here
where
the
freeway
runs
Here
comes
a
truck
I'm
in
luck
he's
goin'
straight
through
on
a
Dallas
run
Yeah,
I
am
headin'
for
big
D
and
I
know
that's
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
aboard
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
till
some
wisecracker
came
on
the
scene
He
called
me
a
ripe
tomato
but
he
said
I
sure
look
green
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
stickin'
labels
on
dog
food
cans.
Dear
mama
how
are
you
pop
and
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'd
spare
a
few
dollars
I'd
catch
the
next
greyhound
comin'
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...
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