Story Behind the Song
This song was originally penned in 1982 and was the result of a very mismatched and expensive relationship with a high-falootin'
woman who I never belonged with in the first place. It finally ended with the intentional torching of a very expensive pair of ladies satin shoes!
Lyrics
I don't think I have to tell you,
I don't need a woman like you.
I want no part of your cheatin' heart,
And your high-class attitude.
I don't care about your money,
Or your fine new Mercedes car.
I don't need your gold to rock-n-roll,
Well I a'int no superstar.
Don't want no big city rich bitch,
Carryin' on over me.
Just give me a Southern belle,
She's all I'll ever need.
Well you've been tryin' to convince me,
That your daddy's gonna see me through.
What his money can't buy,
At the wink of an eye,
Well it don't mean a thing to you!
You don't know a thing about livin,
Life with a simple man.
All your gold and your money,
Is too much for me honey,
I'd be better off bein' dead.
Don't want no big city rich bitch,
Carryin' on over me.
Just give me a southern belle,
She's all I'll ever need.
Southern Ladies - fine, fine, fine,
Southern Ladies - mine, mine, mine.
Southern Ladies - talkin' 'bout those Southern girls!
Well run and tell your Papa,
He can't buy me for Daddy's girl.
You can stop your cryin',
Even all of your lyin',
Could never fit me in to your world!
I've got one more thing to tell you,
And I'll say it just before I go.
You've got to learn how to love,
From the Lord up above,
Girl it can't be bought and sold!
Don't want no big city rich bitch,
Carryin' on over me.
Just give me a southern belle,
She's all I'll ever need!
Southern Ladies - fine, fine, fine,
Southern Ladies - mine, mine, mine,
Southern Ladies - talkin' 'bout them Southern girls!
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