The American Way

If you fly in from Birmingham you'll get the last gate
 If you blew in from Boston, no, you sure won't have to wait
 And I'm learning, a little more every day
 About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars
 And the good old American way
 I've noticed I don't get much help when they see my blue jeans
 Some slick with a suit walks up, "Oh, can I help you please?"
 Yes, I'm learning, as I gain a little age
 About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars
 And the good old American way
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 Some high society lady says, "Is your horse outside?"
 "No, ma'am he's between my legs, but you're too fat to ride!"
 And you're learning, a little more about my ways
 And what I think about your dollar and your white collar
 And your good old American way
 If you don't like my Nudie boots, I'm sorry about that
 Don't make fun of my hat, too, or you might get knocked flat
 And you'll learn some more, if you ever pass down our way
 About the folks without the dollars, and without white collars
 Hell, l they are the American way