YOU CAN'T HAVE MY LOVE
WITH BILLY GRAY
WRITERS BILLY GRAY, CHUCK HARDING, MARTY ROBERTS, MARK THOMPSON
You've got the clothes and everything to make you look
Just like a king,
But you can't, no you can't have my love.
You've got a big automobile and a chauffeur at the wheel,
But you can't No you can't have my love.
You think all you have to do is call and I will run to you.
Well listen while I break the news, I'm not the gal that shines your shoes.
So with your money
Clothes, and cars,
You ain't the cat
You think you are.
And you can't,
No you can't have my love.
Well hello there sweetheart.
You ain't got no business out here in this cotton field,
And that beatsack skirt
And that hand-me-down shirt.
Now, why don't you listen to me, baby.
I'd dress you up in the finest silks and satins,
And you know I'd perfume you up right nice with
Powder and clothes.
Now you know,
I don't know why I even fool around with you anyway.
There's a brunette up in Tulsa
Who cries for me.
And there's that blonde
Down in Nashville, Tennessee,
And that redhead down in Dallas,
She really loves me.
Now what's the matter with you anyway gal?
Just because you're from Oklahoma,
With sand in your hair.
You know I'm a good mind just to drive off
And leave you standing there
So get that big long Cadillac,
Hit the road and don't come back.
Don't show me that roll of bills,
'Cause it won't lead me from these hills.