Kathy never would wear britches Kathy never would wear shoes She's the kinda girl, likes some dust between her toes Since she never gets the blues Met her on a Sunday at the county fair With a first place ribbon in her hair Oh, Kathy never did like preachers Didn't like to tell the truth Caught my eye, no she was not shy I was a'walking by the kissing booth Met her on a Sunday at the county fair With a first place ribbon in her hair (What'd you get that ribbon for, Kathy?) Oh Kathy never would be bridled Wouldn't ever settle down Broke my heart, and I bawl and cry Every time the fair's in town Met her on a Sunday at the county fair With a first place ribbon in her hair