| I read your letter just this morning
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| The first you’ve wrote since you’ve been gone
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| You’ve finally found yourself a home
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| You’ve bought a new car, a great big red one
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| With a top that rolls right down
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| You must be something in san fransisco
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| A dressed up, painted country clown
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| You’re fakin' it well, but it’s easy to tell
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| You’re plain jane country come to town
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| The pace is too fast and you’re out of your class
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| You’re plain jane country come to town
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| You know I love you, at least you ought to
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| I’ve loved you all of my livin' days
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| You got no business makin' changes
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| Yeah girl, I love your country ways
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| Go sell that red car, catch an airplane
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| And I’ll be waiting when you land
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| Yeah, get a white dress, find a preacher
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| We’ll get some rings to fit your hand
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| You’re fakin' it well, but it’s easy to tell
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| You’re plain jane country come to town
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| The pace is too fast and you’re out of your class
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| You’re plain jane country come to town
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| You’re plain jane country come to town
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| You’re plain jane country come to town |