If you fly in from Birmingham you'll get the last
If you blew in from Boston no you sure won't have to wait
And I'm learning, a little more every day
About the power of the dollar,
And the people with white collars
And the good old American way
I've noticed I don't get much help
When they see my blue jeans
Some slick with a suit walks up,
Oh can I help you please
Yes I'm learning, as I gain a little age
About the power of the dollar,
And the people with white collars
And the good old American way.
Some high society lady says
Is your horse outside
No ma'am he's between my legs
But your too fat to ride
And your learning,
A little more about my ways
And what I think about your dollar
And your white collar
And your good old American way
If you don't like my Nudie boots
I'm sorry about that
Don't make fun of my hat too
Or you might get knocked flat
And you'll learn some more,
If you ever pass down our way
About the folks without the dollars,
And without white collars
Hell, they are the American way!
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