Elvis Presley - Britches

Beware of a gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
Never trust no gal in britches
No-di-o-di-o
If you had a sense of this here horse
You would have known it by now of course
Who wears the britches is the boss
That`s a gal, that`s a gal in britches

Don`t mess with a gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
No feminine gal wears britches
No-di-o-di-o
She`ll beg you to come to the country dance
You ride twenty miles for the big romance
She shows up in her brother`s pants
What`d you expect from a girl in britches

Yo-di-o-di-o-i-ay, It`s none of my misfortune
Yo-di-o-di-o-di-ay, Just thought you`d like to know
Don`t marry no gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
You`ll never know which is which`s
No-di-o-di-o
She`ll put a halter through your nose
Have you cooking and washing clothes
While she goes chasing them buffaloes
Bet your boots, that`s a gal in britches.