Country Boy

Now, I'm just a simple guy

But there's one thing sure as shootin'

I hate those folks that think that they're

So doggone high fa lutin

I'd be the same in Hollywood

Or right in my own kitchen

I believe in fussin' when you're mad

And scratchin' when you're itchin'

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I'm a plain, old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I raise cain on Saturday

But I go to church on Sunday

I'm a plain, old country boy

A corn-bread lovin' country boy

I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule

When the sun comes up on Monday

Where I come from, opportunities, they never were too good

We never had much money, but we done the best we could

Ma doctored me from youngin-hood, with Epson salts and Iodine

Made my diapers out of old feed sacks, my 'spenders out of plow lines

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Every time the preacher called, Ma always fixed a chicken

If I'd reach for a drumstick, I was sure to get a lickin'

She always saved two parts for me, But I had to shut my mouth

T'was the gizzard and the North end of a chicken flyin' South

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