Country Boy

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Now I'm just a simple guy
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But there's one thing sure as shooting
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I hate those folks that think that they're
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So doggone high fluting
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I'd be the same in Hollywood
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Or right in my own kitchen
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I believe in fussing when you're mad
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And scratching when you're itching
I'm a plain old country boy
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A corn-bread loving country boy
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I raise cane on Saturday
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But I go to church on Sunday
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I'm a plain old country boy
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A corn-bread loving country boy
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I'll be looking over that old gray mule
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When the sun comes up on Monday
Where I come from opportunities
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They never were too good
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We never had much money
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But we done the best we could
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Ma doctored me from youngin'-hood
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With Epsom salts and Iodine
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Made my diapers out of old feed sacks
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My 'spenders out of plow lines
I'm a plain old country boy
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A corn-bread loving country boy
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I raise cane on Saturday
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But I go to church on Sunday
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I'm a plain old country boy
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A corn-bread loving country boy
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I'll be looking over that old gray mule
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When the sun comes up on Monday
Every time the preacher called
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Ma always fixed a chicken
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If I'd reach for a drumstick
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I was sure to get a licking
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She always saved two parts for me
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But I had to shut my mouth
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T'was the gizzard and the north end
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Of a chicken flying south
I'm a plain old country boy
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A corn-bread loving country boy
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I raise cane on Saturday
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But I go to church on Sunday
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I'm a plain old country boy
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A corn-bread loving country boy
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I'll be looking over that old gray mule
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When the sun comes up on Monday