The American Way - Hank Williams Jr.

If you fly in from Birmingham, you’ll get the last gate

If you blew in from Boston, no you sure won’t have to wait

And I’m learning, a little more every day

About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars,

and the good old American way

I’ve noticed I don’t get much help, when they see my blue jeans

Some slick with a suit walks up, «Oh, can I help you please?»

Yes I’m learning, as I gain a little age

About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars,

and the good old American way

Some high society lady says, «Is your horse outside?»

«No, ma’am he’s between my legs, but you’re too fat to ride!»

And you’re learning, a little more about my ways

And what I think about your dollar, and your white collar, and your good old

American way

If you don’t like my Nudie boots, I’m sorry about that

Don’t make fun of my hat too, or you might get knocked flat

And you’ll learn some more, if you ever pass down our way

Ahh, 'bout the folks without the dollars, and without white collars,

hell they are the American way