[Verse 1]
Now I was born in Texicana
With a feather in my hand
My dad looked at me and said
"That boy gonna be an undercover man"
You can hear the women screaming
When I walk in on the scene
And I was married seven time
Before the age of seventeen
[Chorus]
Southern style, country lover
Don't give your heart away to any other
Baby, let me hold your hand
Well, they call me the man with a plan
[Verse 2]
I had a little gal who lived down in Texas
Until I made her walk the plank
Her daddy was a owner of a little ol' Texas bank
I didn't take me long before I up and made a sale
Now her daddy's scrubbing floors
To keep his baby out of jail
[Chorus]
Southern style, country lover
Don't give your heart away to any other
Baby, let me hold your hand
Well, they call me the man with a plan
[Verse 3]
Now the FBI were tryna convict me on a case
I sold a corner drug store
To the man who already owned the place
Now the judge got so excited
That he nearly blowed his top
Until I gave him Kanvas city
And he let the charges drop
[Chorus]
Southern style, country lover
Don't give your heart away to any other
Baby, let me hold your hand
'Cause they call me the man with a plan
[Outro]
Yeah, they call me the man with a plan
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