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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 *Chours* 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 *Chours* 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 From Letras Mania