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