Corn Fed

Corn fed

We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream

When the cars don't move when the light turns green

We don't lock our doors when we leave the house

There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out

That's the way we do it in our town, yeah

You never hear me apologize for growin' up strong, growin' up right

Livin' life by the Golden Rule, sayin', "Yes, ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles and miles

Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial

I thank the good Lord I was born and bred

Corn fed

There ain't no burnin' flags on our courthouse square

You see Old Glory flyin' everywhere

There ain't no Valley joint with five-star atmosphere

Daddy's home-grown beef's what's for dinner here

And we wash it down with a tall, cold beer, yeah

You never hear me apologize for growin' up strong, growin' up right

Livin' life by the Golden Rule, sayin', "Yes, ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles and miles

Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial

I thank the good Lord I was born and bred

Corn fed

Corn fed

Rooster crows, six a.m.

John Deere pullin' that plow again

Spit on your face, hands in the dirt

Ain't nothing better on God's green Earth

You never hear me apologize for growin' up strong, growin' up right

Livin' life by the Golden Rule, sayin', "Yes, ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles and miles

Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial

I thank the good Lord I was born and bred

Well, I thank the good Lord I was born and bred

Corn fed

Corn fed

Corn fed