I was raised in the middle of the cotton belt babe but I ain't gonna stay
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I'll lose my shape fast draggin' cotton sacks and eatin' butter beans ever day
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Yeah I'm a sweet young thing I just turned eighteen and I'm unhookin' the latch
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Cause I've got too much class for this cotton patch
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I've been readin' magazines on a once-a-week trip to town on Saturday
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And I've seen all pretty clothes and had some rich men and I know that's for me
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Papa's been tryin' to pair me up with Willie Bond whose daddy owns the cotton gin
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Ha I done checked Willie out two years ago and Willie knows I'm too much for him
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It's Monday mornin' four o'clock got my sack packed
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And I'm out here where the freeway runs
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Here comes a truck I'm in luck he's goin' straight through on a Dallas run
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Yeah I am headin' for big D and I know that's place for me to really make a catch
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Well finally I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton patch
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I arrived in style aboard that big semi and I felt mighty high
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Waltzin' into the best department store for employment to suit my style
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And I was doin' pretty good till some wisecracker came on the scene
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He called me a ripe tomato but he said I sure look green
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I tried ever door to ever store in town but my luck had run down
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It seemed nobody round Dallas could recognize the class I'd brought to town
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And after all day of looking would you believe the only job I could land
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Was in a dog food factory stickin' labels on dog food cans
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Dear mama how are you pop and kids hope you're doin' OK
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Me I never did find a better job and all the rich men got away
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Mama I've been thinkin' pretty soon you know I'll be nineteen
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And I sure learned a lot about class fast mama know what I mean
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Mama if you'd ask papa if he'd spare a few dollars
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I'd catch the next greyhound comin' home
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And I tell you if Willie Bond ain't committed yet I'd be willin' to give it a try
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After all it's been two years...just tell papa...money...
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Cotton Patch
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| Jeannie C. Riley |
