I read your letter just this morning
The first youve wrote since youve been gone
Youve finally found yourself a home

Youve bought a new car, a great big red one
With a top that rolls right down
You must be something in san fransisco
A dressed up, painted country clown

Youre fakin it well, but its easy to tell
Youre plain jane country come to town
The pace is too fast and youre out of your class
Youre plain jane country come to town

You know I love you, at least you ought to
Ive loved you all of my livin days
You got no business makin changes
Yeah girl, I love your country ways

Go sell that red car, catch an airplane
And Ill be waiting when you land
Yeah, get a white dress, find a preacher
Well get some rings to fit your hand

Youre fakin it well, but its easy to tell
Youre plain jane country come to town
The pace is too fast and youre out of your class
Youre plain jane country come to town
Youre plain jane country come to town
Youre plain jane country come to town