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'.

CHORUS 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 tater eating 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.

CHORUS 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. CHO

RUS