Country Boy Songtext
von ‘Little’ Jimmy Dickens

Now I′m just a simple guy but there's one thing sure as shootin′
I hate those folks who think that they're so dad-burned highfalutin
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 cornbread lovin' country boy
I raise cain on Saturday but I go to church on Sunday
I′m a plain old country boy, a cornbread 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 cornbread lovin' country boy
I raise cain on Saturday and I go to church on Sunday
I′m a plain old country boy, a tater eatin' 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 cornbread lovin' country boy
I raise cain on Saturday but I go to church on Sunday
I′m a plain old country boy, a tater eatin' country boy
I′ll be lookin' over that old grey mule when the sun comes up on Monday