East is east and west is west

And the wrong one I have chose

Let's go where they keep on wearin'

Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows

Rings and things and buttons and bows.



Don't bury me in this prairie

Take me where the cement grows

Let's move down to some big town

Where they love a gal by the cut o' your clothes

And you'll stand out, In buttons and bows.



I'll love you in buckskin

Or skirts that you've homespun

But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where

Yer friends don't tote a gun



My bones denounce the buckboard bounce

And the cactus hurts my toes

Let's vamoose where gals keep a-usin'

Those silks and satins and linen that shows

And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.



--- Instrumental ---



Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women

In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes

And French perfume that rocks the room

And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.



Buttons and bows, buttons and bows...