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