You've got the clothes and everything to make you look just like a king
But you can't, no you can't have my love
You've got a big automobile and a chauffeur at the wheel
But you can't no you can't have my love
You think all you have to do is call and I will run to you
Well listen while I break the news, I'm not the gal that shines your shoes

So with your money
Clothes, and cars
You ain't the cat
You think you are
And you can't
No you can't have my love
(man's voice)
Well hello there sweetheart
You ain't got no business out here in this cotton field
And that beatsack skirt
And that hand-me-down shirt
Now, why don't you listen to me, baby
I'd dress you up in the finest silks and satins
And you know I'd perfume you up right nice with
Powder and clothes
Now you know
I don't know why I even fool around with you anyway
There's a brunette up in Tulsa
Who cries for me
And there's that blonde
Down in Nashville, Tennessee
And that redhead down in Dallas
She really loves me
Now what's the matter with you anyway gal?
Just because you're from Oklahoma
With sand in your hair
You know I'm a good mind just to drive off
And leave you standing there
(end man's voice)
So get that big long Cadillac
Hit the road and don't come back
Don't show me that roll of bills
'Cause it won't lead me from these hills
So with your money
Clothes, and cars
You ain't the cat
You think you are
And you can't
No you can't have my love