Paroles de Corn fed (radio edit)

Chris Brown

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We don't flip the bird
We don't cuss and scream
When the cars don't move, when the light turns green
We don't lock our doors, when we leave the house
There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out
That's the way we do in our town

You'll never hear me apologize
For growing up strong, growing up right
Livin' life by the golden rule
Say yes ma'am thank you
Green fields for miles and miles
Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial
Thank the lord i was born and bred
Corn fed

There ain't no burning flags
On our courthouse square
You see ole' glory flying everywhere
There ain't no valet joint
With five star atmosphere
Daddy's home grown beef's what's dinner here

And we wash it down with a tall cold beer

You'll never hear me apologize
For growing up strong, growing up right
Livin' life by the golden rule
Say yes ma'am thank you
Green fields for miles and miles
Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial
Thank the lord i was born and bred
Corn fed

Roosters crow 6am, john deere pulling that plow again
Sweat on your face, hands in the dirt, ain't nothing better on god's green earth

You'll never hear me apologize
For growing up strong, growing up right
Livin' life by the golden rule
Say yes ma'am thank you
Green fields for miles and miles
Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial
Thank the lord i was born and bred
Corn fed

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