White Collar Blues Lyrics

You'd better sit down, Woman

Cause I've got something to say

You ain't gonna like it

But I gotta tell you anyway

Well, I've tried to be your city boy

But it ain't the life for me

I just don't fit in this high society

I've got the white-collar blues

I don't fit in these square-toed shoes

I miss my cowboy boots and my old Levi's

I'm gonna take the next train back

And, if you're coming, then you better pack

I'm gonna leave these old white-collar blues behind

Ain't no use complaining

Cause I done made up my mind

I've had it to here

With these high society kinds

I came here to make you happy

And Heaven knows I've tried

But you can't change this country boy inside

I've got the white-collar blues

I don't fit in these square-toed shoes

I miss my cowboy boots and my old levi's

I'm gonna take the next train back

And, if you're coming, then you better pack

I'm gonna leave these old white-collar blues behind

I'm gonna leave these old white-collar blues behind