Lyrics:

Written by Tim Rouillier and Leslie Winn Satcher



I been watchin' you watchin' her watchin' herself in the mirror,

In her tailor-made dress an' her long blonde hair,

An' her big diamond rings: her custom-made shoes.

And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move,

But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied.

An' she doesn't like cowboys an' thinks less of fools.



So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.

She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,

When the fun and the money runs out.

I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,

High-tone woman sink as low as you.



Instrumental break.



Hey, I'm on your side; don't go gettin' me wrong, now:

You're not a bad fellow at all.

But you're out of her league so stay in the bleachers:

Son, you couldn't please her if you had it all.



So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.

She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,

When the fun and the money runs out.



You're a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. (I seen her.)

I've seen her cut up a heart like an' old credit card,

When the fun and the money runs out.

I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,

High-tone woman sink as low as you.



Oh no, I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,

High-tone woman sink as low as you.