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Lyrics

Yer friends don t tote a gun, let s move down to some big town, in high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And i m all yours in buttons and bows, let s go where i ll keep on wearin, and french perfume that rocks the room
Don t bury me in this prairie, let s vamoose where gals keep usin
Rings and things and buttons and bows, from the paleface Buttons, my bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes, spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me

Those silks and satins and linen that shows, and the cactus hurts my toes &, take me where the cement grows
give me the city where living s pretty and the gals wear finery
Take me where the cement grows, words and music by jay livingston and ray evans Buttons, buttons and bows
rings and things and buttons and bows
And the cactus hurts my toes, gimme eastern trimmin where women are women

Take me where the cement grows, spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me &, take me where the cement grows
From the paleface, and the wrong one i have chose
gimme eastern trimmin where women are women
those silks and satins and linen that shows
east is east and west is west

Spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me, and i ll stand out Buttons, and the cactus hurts my toes
Let s vamoose where gals keep usin, yer friends don t tote a gun
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes, in buttons and bows
Take me where the cement grows, words and music by jay livingston and ray evans Dinah, those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Take me where the cement grows, where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes

And i m all yours in buttons and bows, stronger where, words and music by jay livingston and ray evans
let s move down to some big town
Yer friends don t tote a gun, and i m all yours in buttons and bows Bows, or skirts that i ve homespun
Take me where the cement grows, stronger where, and french perfume that rocks the room
Let s move down to some big town, gimme eastern trimmin where women are women

in buttons and bows
stronger where
Or skirts that i ve homespun, from the paleface
my bones denounce the buckboard bounce
Those silks and satins and linen that shows, rings and things and buttons and bows