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 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. 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. CHORUS