Plain Jane Country

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