Plain Jane Country

I read your letter just this morning



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



You've found a good life in California



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