BUTTONS AND BOWS

East is East and West is West and the wrong one I have chosen.

Let's go where they'll keep on wearing

Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows,

Rings and things and buttons and bows.

Don't bury me in this prairie, take me where the cement grows.

Let's move down to some big town

Where they all love a gal by the cut of her clothes

And she´ll stand out in buttons and bows.

I'll love you in buckskin or shirts that you've home spun

But I'll love you longer, stronger, where your friends don't tote a gun.

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce and the cactus hurts my toes.

Let's vamoose for galls keep using those silks and satins

And linen that shows and we´re together with buttons and bows.

Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women

In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes

And French perfume that rocks the room

And we´re together in buttons and bows.

Buttons and bows!

Buttons and bows!