Interpret:

Roy Orbison

Album:

Roy Orbison Sings

I read your letter just this morning
 The first you've wrote since you've been gone
 You've finally found yourself a home


 You've bought a new car, a great big red one
 With a top that rolls right down
 You must be something in san fransisco
 A dressed up, painted country clown


 You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell
 You're plain jane country come to town
 The pace is too fast and you're out of your class
 You're plain jane country come to town


 You know I love you, at least you ought to
 I've loved you all of my livin' days
 You got no business makin' changes
 Yeah girl, I love your country ways


 Go sell that red car, catch an airplane
 And I'll be waiting when you land
 Yeah, get a white dress, find a preacher
 We'll get some rings to fit your hand


 You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell
 You're plain jane country come to town
 The pace is too fast and you're out of your class
 You're plain jane country come to town
 You're plain jane country come to town
 You're plain jane country come to town