You're Not Fooling Me Lyrics – Lizzie Curry and Bill Starbuck

You're Not Fooling Me Text

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LIZZIE
Con man!

Fake!

STARBUCK
Lizzie, stop fiddlin’ with your buttons.
Fiddlin’ with your buttons, Lizzie,
Nice white dress all buttoned up tight.

Lizzie, stop fiddlin’ with your buttons.
Better check again for certain.
Don’t want to miss a button, Lizzie.

What are you so afraid of?

LIZZIE
Leave me alone!

STARBUCK
What are you so afraid of?

LIZZIE
Let go of my arm!

STARBUCK
You try to be so high and mighty.
You act like you’re cool as can be.
You may fool your brothers
And all of those others,
But sister, you’re not foolin’ me.

LIZZIE
You ride in your bright shiny wagon.
You think that you’re something to see.
You may fool the locals
With such hocus-pocus,
But, mister, you’re not foolin’ me.

STARBUCK
Now, wait a minute. From the minute I came in here, you didn’t like me. Why not?

LIZZIE
Why? ‘Cause you’re a liar and you’re a fake.

STARBUCK
How do you know I’m a liar? How do you know I’m a fake?
Maybe I can bring rain. Maybe when I was born God whispered something special in my ear.
Maybe he said: “Bill Starbuck, you ain’t gonna have much in this life.
You ain’t gonna have no wife and no kids—no green little house to come home to. But Bill
Starbuck—wherever you go –you’re gonna bring rain!” Maybe that’s my one and only blessing!

LIZZIE
There is no such blessing in the whole world.

STARBUCK
Oh, I’ve seen even better blessings, Lizzie Girl. I got a brother who’s a doctor.
You don’t have to tell him where you ache or where you pain. He just comes
in and lays his hand on your heart, and pretty soon you’re breathin’ sweet again.
I got another brother who can play the fiddle—and when he’s playin, that
tune is there—and it never leaves you. And I used to think—why ain’t I blessed Like Fred or Arny?
Why am I just a nothin’ man, with nothin’ special to my name?
And then one summer comes the drought, and Fred can’t heal it away and Arny can’t play it away.
But me—well, I go down to the hollow and I look up and I say,
“Rain!—Dammit!—Please—

Let the rain come!
Let the rain come!
Let the rain come!

And the rain came! And I knew—I knew I was part of the family—Now, there’s a story.
You don’t have to believe it if you don’t want to.

LIZZIE
I don’t believe it!

STARBUCK
Well, you don’t have to believe anything.
You put on a fancy dress and the beau didn’t come, so now you’re scared nothin’ll ever come.

LIZZIE (& STARBUCK)
You ride in your bright shiny wagon.
(You try to be so high and mighty.)
You may fool the locals with such hocus-pocus.
(You may fool your brothers and all of those others)
But, mister, you’re not foolin’ me!
(But, sister you’re not foolin’ me!)
Not me!

STARBUCK & LIZZIE
Not me!

STARBUCK
Well, Lizzie, I amsad about you. You don’t believer in anything, not even yourself.
You don’t even believer you’re a woman. And if you don’t—you’re not!

LIZZIE
That’s not true!
That’s not true!