Unknown - Debutante Ball Lyrics

DEBUTANTE BALL
by Willie Tyson

Get your gold lame slippers from the closet
The ones your mama bought for you today
Get that lavender chiffon thing you wanted
I can't believe the price I had to pay
Get dressed up like a queen now
And don't forget them fancy pearls
Meet me directly in the hall
I'm taking my fine bred Southern daughter girl
Out to the debutante ball

The Debutante Ball is my favorite function
It happens every year about this time
It coincides with our local cattle auction
The best breeding stock in the county all in a line
I run back and forth between the auction and the ball
Thinkin', "Sherwood, ain't you lucky, ain't you fine
The best cows on four legs and the prettiest gals on two
Ain't nobody else's but mine"

Get your gold lame halter from the tack room
The one you won all them ribbons in last spring
You been a winner in your time, old Red Satin
But since you had them three calves you ain't won a thing
Brush up your hide now and don't forget to trim your hooves
Leave behind you a clean stall
I'm gonna drop you off at the cattle auction
On my way to the Debutante Ball

This year's ball is quite a splendid occasion
I feel it in my bones, it's gonna be fine
I'm standing here in great anticipation
As the time nears for my little girl to walk the line
What's this I see, Clompin' up to me
Stompin' and sheddin' all over the hall?
My God, it's Red Satin, how, how, how, how could this have happened?
It's my cow at the Debutante ball

Every seat was filled at the auction hall, there was laughter and cigar smoke in the air.
The auctioneer was calling loud
“All right now, you all, put your money on the line, slick back your hair.
What am I bid for this well-developed kid?
There's not a thought or rotten tooth in her head.
She's a feeder and a breeder and if you think you need her,
you can lead her like a milk cow to your bed.”
My daughter turned sawdust like a whirlwind as she strode into the center of the ring.
In the air, she waved a gold inlaid blue ribbon and silence fell like buckshot on the wing.
“You think I'm for sale if you're monied and you're male.
And it's true I've been trained to heed your call.
But fools are made by men and when we come through again
there'll be no auction no more debutante ball.”

Yes, fools are made by men, and when we come through again,

There'll be no auctions, no more Debutante Balls.

[Thanks to vivk for correcting these lyrics]