First Place Ribbon - Gillian Welch

Kathy never would wear britches

Kathy never would wear shoes

She’s the kinda girl, likes some dust between her toes

Since she never gets the blues

Met her on a Sunday at the county fair

With a first place ribbon in her hair

Oh, Kathy never did like preachers

Didn’t like to tell the truth

Caught my eye, no she was not shy

I was a’walking by the kissing booth

Met her on a Sunday at the county fair

With a first place ribbon in her hair

(What'd you get that ribbon for, Kathy?)

Oh Kathy never would be bridled

Wouldn’t ever settle down

Broke my heart, and I bawl and cry

Every time the fair’s in town

Met her on a Sunday at the county fair

With a first place ribbon in her hair