Plastic Saddle

Jerry Reed · Better Things In Life / Cookin [2000]

Well, I've got a long black six passenger limousine



A palace in Dallas, a club in New Orleans



Diamonds on my fingers, silk, imported clothes



And I can tell a fast train by the way she blows



Don't give me no plastic saddle



Just let me feel that leather when I ride



Don't give me no paint and powder, woman



This boy likes to feel the hide



False eyelashes and a false foundation



May build your pride



But don't give me no plastic saddle, gal



Let me feel that leather when I ride



I'm the cream of societies, I'm a man about town



Never looked long for nothin' that I ain't found



I ain't always right but I ain't never wrong



I know the words to the tune before you sang your song



Don't give me no plastic saddle



Just let me feel that leather when I ride



Don't give me no paint and powder, woman



This boy likes to feel the hide



Don't give me no plastic saddle



Just let me feel that leather when I ride



Don't give me no paint and powder, woman



This boy likes to feel the hide