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If you fly in from Birmingham you'll get the last If you blew in from Boston no you sure won't have to wait And I'm learning, a little more every day About the power of the dollar, And the people with white collars And the good old American way I've noticed I don't get much help When they see my blue jeans Some slick with a suit walks up, Oh can I help you please Yes I'm learning, as I gain a little age About the power of the dollar, And the people with white collars And the good old American way. Some high society lady says Is your horse outside No ma'am he's between my legs But your too fat to ride And your learning, A little more about my ways And what I think about your dollar And your white collar And your good old American way SongtexteIf you don't like my Nudie boots I'm sorry about that Don't make fun of my hat too Or you might get knocked flat And you'll learn some more, If you ever pass down our way About the folks without the dollars, And without white collars Hell, they are the American way! Aus Songtexte Mania