If you come down of your steeple
And mix with common people
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a gal
Well, I hope you ain't forgotten
That I met you picking cotton
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a gal
I guess you're old enough to wear
Most anything you choose
But you were raised in calico
And pattern leather shoes
How I hate those two-time traitors
That's raised on beans and taters
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a gal
If you'd sell that silver fox hide
And throw away that peroxide
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a gal
You could be a little cutie
But you're so doggone snooty
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a gal
You keep your eyes wide open
Every time I'm kissing you
The reason why I know you do
I keep mine open too
And as sure as you're a living
You get just what you're giving
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a gal
You'd better make your mind up
To be just what you are
Don't try to hold that cigarette
Like some big movie star
Cause you ain't had acting courses
And C.O.D. divorces
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a gal