Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Vocals
Reggie Young
Guitar
Kenny Malone
Drums
Henry Strzelecki
Bass
Shane Keister
Keyboards
Teddy Irwin
Guitar
Jackie Ward
Background Vocals
Ron Hicklin Singers
Background Vocals
Harry Bluestone
First Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chip Taylor
Songwriter
Nick DeCaro
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Klein
Producer
Don Puluse
Engineer
Ben Tallent
Engineer
Ronnie Dean
Engineer
Bob McGraw
Engineer
Lou Bradley
Engineer
Jerry Watson
Engineer
Ron Reynolds
Engineer
Ed Hudson
Engineer
Freeman Ramsey
Engineer
Hollis Flatt
Engineer
Al Schmitt
Mixing Engineer
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Well now she ain't exactly what you'd call your all American girl
And some too many truckers took her home
And I'll admit, her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done, I've said, it's wrong
But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
'Cause she's a lady I choose to be mine
And I ain't exactly been what you call your all American boy
I've done my time in Frisco in LA
How some of youth that are taking pride in what I am
I heard you cussing this decision that I've made
But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
'Cause she's a lady I choose to be mine
And I'll admit, her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done, well I say, is wrong
But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
'Cause she's a lady I choose to be mine
Boys, if you're able
Clean your own tables
And let me take care of mine
Written by: Chip Taylor