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(learned after seeing The Paleface 9 times in 1948; it was my favorite movie for many years,
-i think because at that age i wanted to be Jane Russell married to Bob Hope
-incidentally Hope's name in that movie was Potter)

(music to go here)

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 on this prairie, take me where the cement grows,
Let's move down to some big town where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes,
And you'll stand out in buttons and bows.

    I'll love you in buckskin, or a skirt that you've homespun,
    But I'll love you longer, stronger, where your friends don't tote a gun;

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce and the cactus hurts my toes,
Let's vamoose where the gals, they use them silks and satins and buttons and bows,
And you're all mine in buttons and bows.

Gimme Eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peekaboo clothes
And French parfume that rocks the room
And you're all mine in buttons and bows.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)