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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

[Chorus:]
That my feet sure do get cold on this marble,
I need a pine floor that squeaks
I'm mornin' weepin',
'cause I can't stand sleepin' 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 fishin'
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

[Chorus:]
That my feet sure do get cold on this marble,
I need a pine floor that squeaks
I'm mornin' weepin',
'cause I can't stand sleepin' on these Italian sheets

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

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