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 you?re too fat to ride      And you?re 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