Buttons And Bows

Song: Ray Evans, Jay Livingston.

A western ranch is just a branch
Of nowhere junction to me.
Gimme the city where livins pretty
And the gals wear finery.

East is east and west is west,
And the wrong one I have chose;
Let’s go where (you’ll) [I’ll] keep on wearin
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows.
Rings and things and buttons and bows.

Don’t bury me in this prairie,
Take me where the cement grows;
Let’s move down to some big town -
Where they love a gal, by the cut of her clothes
And (you’ll) [I’ll] stand out in buttons and bows.

I’ll love you in buckskin and skirts
That (you’ve) [I’ve] home spun.
But I’ll love ya longer stronger
Where your friends don’t tote a gun.

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce,
And the cactus hurts my toes.
Let’s vamoose where gals keep using
Those silks and satins and linen that shows.
And (you’re all mine) [I’m all yours]
In buttons and bows.

Gimme eastern trimmin’
Where women are women.
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes,
And French perfume that rocks the room.
And (you’re all mine) [I’m all yours]
In buttons and bows.