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Way back up in the country, back in the hills And down on the flats where the folks are real We're living with the crazies down an old dirt track With four-wheel drives and battered old hats That's where I'm from, and I'm proud to say We're from the country, and we like it that way Everybody knows everybody Everybody calls you mate You don't need an invitation Kick off your boots and come on in Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play We're from the country, and we like it that way All day long we work in the heat And bring it on home to a home cooked meal We love ya like Sunday, treat ya like Saturday night (that's right) But when the beds get full, we can roll in the hay (hey) We're from the country, and we like it that way Everybody knows everybody Everybody calls you mate You don't need an invitation Kick off your boots and come on in Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play We're from the country, and we like it that way Everybody knows everybody Everybody calls you mate You don't need an invitation Kick off your boots and come on in Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play (guitar) We're from the country, Woo We're from the country, hey We're from the country, and we like it that way (hey) Hey, hey
Writer(s): Richard Oren Young, Stan Webb, Marty Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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