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'
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
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
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
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
compositores: BOUDLEAUX BRYANT, FELICE BRYANT
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