Il testo della Country boy

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 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.

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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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