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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. CHO
    RUS
  • 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

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