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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Marty Brown
Marty Brown
Paroles/Composition
Stan Webb
Stan Webb
Paroles/Composition
Richard Young
Richard Young
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tony Brown
Tony Brown
Production
Steve Tillisch
Steve Tillisch
Ingénierie de prise de son
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Way back up in the country, back in the hills
Down in the hollows where the folks are real
Livin' with the crazies and the old wildcats
Sawed off shot guns and coon skin caps
That's where I'm from and I'm proud to say
I'm the country, and I like it that way
[Verse 2]
Everybody knows everybody
Everybody calls you friend
You don't need an invitation, no
Kick off your shoes, 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
[Verse 3]
All day long we work in the field
And bring it on home to a home cooked meal
We love you like Sunday, but treat you like Saturday night
When the beds get full we can sleep in the hay
Hey, we're from the country, and we like it that way
[Verse 4]
Everybody knows everybody
Everybody calls you friend
You don't need an invitation, no
Kick off your shoes, 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
[Verse 5]
Everybody knows everybody
Everybody calls you friend
You don't need an invitation, no
Kick off your shoes, come on in (Come on in)
Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play
We're from the country, we're from the country
We're from the country, and we like it that way
Written by: Marty Brown, Richard Young, Stan Webb
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