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 to shine your shoes
So with your money, clothes and car You ain't the cat you think you are
And you can't have my love
And you can't, no you can't have my love
Well hello there sweetheart
You ain't got no business out here in this cotton field
In that feed sack 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 cologne
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 with your hair in your hair

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 car
You ain't the cat you think you are
And you can't, no you can't have my love
You can't, no you can't have my love