I guess you've heard that baby's now a singer
You hear her records on the radio
She wears rhinestone jeans and turquoise on her finger
Oh, but she don't bake no biscuits anymore
I guess our friends and neighbors think it's funny
To see me hang these diapers every day
But Lord that woman's sending home the money
So there ain't too damn much a man can say
Oh, while she's climbing the ladder
I'm climbing the wall
A hoping that she'll reach the top
But praying that she'd fall
When your love's in showbiz Lord
There ain't much love at all
While she's a climbing the ladder
I'm climbing the wall
She wears her hair pulled up high like Dolly
And Loretta's exdriver drives her bus
And all the kids and me
We only see her on TV
Now watch close kids
She's gonna sing one song for us
There she is, ain't she pretty?
I wanna go home again
Where the fields are so green
I wanna go home again
Where the air's fresh and clean
Where all my loved ones wait
And there's true loving friend
And life is simple sweet
So I wanna go home again
I wanna go home again
Where the fields are so green
I wanna go home again
Where the air's fresh and clean
Where all my loved ones wait
And there's true loving friend
And life is simple sweet
So I wanna go home again