Something To Brag About — George Jones

I've got a real important job In a large office buildin' Ridin' people in an elevator

I drive a '57 Chevrolet With busted tail lights Burned out valves And a leaky radiator

I wear a twenty dollar suit I bought from J.C. Penney's Back in 1962

But I've got somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about in you

(T.W.) I'm a short-order cook At an all night cafe Down on 18th avenue and 12th street

I wear a swingin' mini dress That I made for myself >From mama's kitchen curtains And old bed sheets

I've got 17 pages Of Top Value stamps And one old pair of shoes

But I've got somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about in you

When you're with the fellas, I know You start braggin' 'bout My hour glass figure And my big brown eyes

Tell 'em You tell your girlfriends 'bout my Sweet, sweet lovin' And that's one better that Money can't buy

(both) So let's lget married In the not-to-distant future We'll rent a little flat On 29th street

You know we'll hang our washin' On the clothes line from the window We'll feast on corn bread, butter beans and lunch meat

We won't have a thermostat A big long Cadillac But we'll have a love that's true

Love has, somethin' to brag about (T.W.) Yeah and I'll have, somethin' to brag about (both) Yeah, somthin' to brag about in you.