Youve got the clothes and everything to make you look just like a king But you cant, no you cant have my love Youve got a big automobile and a chauffeur at the wheel But you cant no you cant have my love You think all you have to do is call and I will run to you Well listen while I break the news, Im not the gal that shines your shoes So with your money Clothes, and cars You aint the cat You think you are And you cant No you cant have my love mans voice Well hello there sweetheart You aint got no business out here in this cotton field And that beatsack skirt And that handmedown shirt Now, why dont you listen to me, baby Id dress you up in the finest silks and satins And you know Id perfume you up right nice with Powder and clothes Now you know I dont know why I even fool around with you anyway Theres a brunette up in Tulsa Who cries for me And theres that blonde Down in Nashville, Tennessee And that redhead down in Dallas She really loves me Now whats the matter with you anyway gal? Just because youre from Oklahoma With sand in your hair You know Im a good mind just to drive off And leave you standing there end mans voice So get that big long Cadillac Hit the road and dont come back Dont show me that roll of bills Cause it wont lead me from these hills So with your money Clothes, and cars You aint the cat You think you are And you cant No you cant have my love
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