Italian Sheets

You promised me i'd live the good life, you had everything but a good wife
We live in a mansion outside of Atlanta, toast of the city of most every night
But I'm just a girl from the country, and money don't mean a thing to me
I grew up on a farm with a pond and a barn, your such a good man but I need you to see

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That my feet sure do get cold on this marble, I need a pine floor that squeaks
I'm morning weeping, 'cause I can't stand sleeping on these Italian sheets
Ohh, on these Italian sheets

You keep two cooks in the kitchen, but I like to fry my own chicken
Like my mama did back when I was a kid
when daddy and the boys were all fishing
My new designer wardrobe, they don't feel like they're my clothes
I wear them for you but to tell you the truth I miss my t-shirt and old overalls

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That my feet sure do get cold on this marble, I need a pine floor that squeaks
I'm morning weeping, 'cause I can't stand sleeping on these Italian sheets

And baby you know I still love you, and all that you've given to me
But I'm morning weeping, 'cause I can't stand sleeping on these Italian sheets
Ohh, on these Italian sheets. Ohh, on these Italian sheets