Country Boy Lyrics

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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 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.
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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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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. 
CHORUS

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