You've got the clothes and everything To make you look just like a kingBut you can't, no you can't have my loveYou've got a big automobile And a chauffeur at the wheelBut you can't, no you can't have my loveYou think all you have to do Is call and I will run to youWell listen while I break the news I'm not the gal to shine your shoesSo with your money, clothes and car You ain't the cat you think you areAnd you can't have my loveAnd you can't, no you can't have my loveWell hello there sweetheartYou ain't got no business out here in this cotton fieldIn that feed sack skirt and that hand-me-down shirtNow why don't you listen to me babyI'd dress you up in the finest silks and satinsAnd you know I'd perfume you up right niceWith powder and cologneNow you know I don't know why I even fool around with you anywayThere's a brunette up in Tulsa who cries for meAnd there's that blonde down in Nashville, TennesseeAnd that redhead down in Dallas, she really loves meNow what's the matter with you anyway galJust because you're from Oklahoma with sand in your hairYou know I'm a good mind just to drive offAnd leave you standing there with your hair in your hairSo get that big long CadillacHit the road and don't come backDon't show me that roll of billsCause it won't lead me from these hillsSo with your money, clothes and carYou ain't the cat you think you areAnd you can't, no you can't have my loveYou can't, no you can't have my love