I read your letter just this morning

The first you've wrote since you've been gone

You've finally found yourself a home



You've 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



You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell

You're plain jane country come to town

The pace is too fast and you're out of your class

You're plain jane country come to town



You know I love you, at least you ought to

I've 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 I'll be waiting when you land

Yeah, get a white dress, find a preacher

We'll get some rings to fit your hand



You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell

You're plain jane country come to town

The pace is too fast and you're out of your class

You're plain jane country come to town

You're plain jane country come to town

You're plain jane country come to town