the real deal
Singer:billy joe shaver
with a halo of gnats around my cotton-pickin' head
you never even listened to a single word i said
you sit there on your pompous ass and click your fancy heels
contemplate another piece of art that you can steal
you're rich and you're good-lookin' and outstanding in your field
no you can't know how i feel
ya bet your sweet petuti i'm the real deal
you may always be rich and i may always be poor
you're the kind that never gets enough of wantin' more
here's a little somethin's gonna even up the score
try as you may you can't know how i feel
oh you can't know how i feel
ya bet your sweet petuti i'm the real deal
i used to chop that cotton sometimes leanin' on my hoe
but we all know a hoe ain't just a hoe anymore
you educated gals are 'sposed to be so damned smart
sometimes you fool around and get the horse behind the cart
i got one foot in the grave the other 'un on a 'nanner peel
i can make you young girls squeal
you bet your sweet petuti i'm the real deal