A western ranch is just a branch

Of Nowhere Junction to me

Give me the city where living's pretty

And the gals wear finery

East is east and west is west

And the wrong one I have chose

Let's go where you keep on wearing

Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows

Rings and things and buttons and bows

Don't bury me in this prairie

Take me where the cement grows

Let's move down to some big town

Where they love a gal by

The cut o' her clothes

And you stand out In buttons and bows

I'll love you in buckskin

Or skirts that I've homespun

But I'll love you longer stronger where

You friends don't tote a gun

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce

And the cactus hurts my toes

Let's vamoose where gals keep using

Those silks and satins and linen that shows

And you all my in buttons and bows

Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women

In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes

And French perfume that rocks the room

And I'm all yours in buttons and bows

Buttons and bows

Buttons and bows

Buttons and bows