verse 1
B E
I read your letter just this morning
F# E B
The first you've wrote since you've been gone
E
You've found your good life in California
F# E B
You've found, you've found yourself a home
E
You've bought a new car, a great big red one
F# E B
With a top that rolls right down
E
You must be something in San Fransisco
F# E B
A dressed up, painted country clown
E B
You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell
F# B
You're plain jane country come to town
E B C#m
The pace is too fast and you're out of your class
B F# B
You're plain jane country come to town
verse 2
B E
You know I love you, at least you ought to
F# E B
I've loved you all of my livin' days
E
You got no business makin' changes
F# E B
Yeah girl, I love your country ways
E
Go sell that red car, catch an airplane
F# E B
And I'll be waiting when you land
E
Yeah, get a white dress, find a preacher
F# E B
We'll get some rings to fit your hand
E B
You're fakin' it well, but it's easy to tell
F# B
You're plain jane country come to town
E B C#m
The pace is too fast and you're out of your class
B F# B
You're plain jane country come to town
B F# B
You're plain jane country come to town