I was born in Texarkana
with a feather in my hand
My dad looked at me and said,
that boy's gonna be an undercover man
You could hear the women screaming
when I walked in on the scene
I was married seven times
before the age of seventeen
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
I had a little gal down in Texas
Till I made her walk the plane
Her daddy was the owner
of a little old Texas bank
It didn't take me long
before I upped and made a sale
Now her daddy's scrubbing floor
to keep his baby out of jail
Southern style, country lover
Don't give your heart
away to any other
Baby, let me hold your hand
Well, call me the man with a plan
Now the FBI was tryin'
to convict me on a case
I sold a corner drugstore
to the man who already owned the place
Now the judge got so excited
that he nearly blowed his top
So I gave him Kansas City
and he let the charges drop
Southern style, country lovin'
Don't give your heart away to any other
Baby, let me hold your hand
Cause they call me the man with a plan
Yeah, they call me the man with a plan
You