If you fly in from Birmingham you`ll get the last gate
If you flew in from Boston, no you sure won`t have to wait
And I`m learnin`, a little more everyday.
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 learnin`, 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 mam, he`s between my legs but you`re too fat to ride.`
And you`re learnin`, 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.
Then you`ll learn some more,
If you ever pass down our way,
About the folks without the dollar,
And without white collars,
Hell, they are the American way.
Suey!
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Hank Williams, Jr. lyrics