(verse 1) if you fly in from burmingham you'll get the last gate if you fly in from boston though you'll just half to wait and i'm learnin', a little more everyday about the power of the dollar and people with white collars and your good old american way (verse 2) i notice i don't get much help when they see my blue jeans but some slick with a suit walks up oh can i help you please and i'm learnin', as i gain a little age about the power of the dollar and people with white collars and your good old american way (verse 3) some high soceity lady says is your horse outside no mam hes between my legs and your too fat to ride and your learnin', a little more about my ways what i think about your dollars and your white collar and your good ol american way (verse 4) if you dont like my dirty boots i'm sorry about that don't make fun of my hat too or you my get knocked flat and learn somemore, if you ever pass down our way where there ain't no dollars and no white collars hell we are the american way