Lady love rides a big red Cadillac
Buys the hoedown show salt and beans
Goes to church to pray for Lucifer
She milked the male population clean
So ride in line, shake yourself by the hand
Live your life inside a paper can
But youll never get to pick and choose
Shes bought you and sold you
There aint no shoestrings on Louise
Come on down, come on down from the ladder
Henry, get your head, get your head out of them clouds
What she wants is to go kissing on a swineherd
You might as well kiss the boss mans cow
All those city women want to make us poor men
And this lands got the worse for the worrying
I got married at the early age of fourteen
And Ive been worrying about the way youll be loving them