C
Now I'm just a simple guy

            F                 C
But there's one thing sure as shooting

  F                     C
I hate those folks that think that they're

   D7           G7
So doggone high fluting


    C
I'd be the same in Hollywood

   F               C
Or right in my own kitchen

  F                  C
I believe in fussing when you're mad

    G7                     C
And scratching when you're itching



I'm a plain old country boy

  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy

F               C
I raise cane on Saturday

      D7              G7
But I go to church on Sunday


      C
I'm a plain old country boy

  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy

         F                 C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule

         G7              C
When the sun comes up on Monday



Where I come from opportunities 

F                   C
They never were too good

F                 C
We never had much money
 
       D7               G7
But we done the best we could


   C
Ma doctored me from youngin'-hood
 
     F               C
With Epsom salts and Iodine

        F                  C
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks
 
    G7                   C
My 'spenders out of plow lines



I'm a plain old country boy

  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy

F               C
I raise cane on Saturday

      D7              G7
But I go to church on Sunday


      C
I'm a plain old country boy

  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy

         F                 C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule

         G7              C
When the sun comes up on Monday



Every time the preacher called 

F                 C
Ma always fixed a chicken

F                  C
If I'd reach for a drumstick 

      D7            G7
I was sure to get a licking


    C
She always saved two parts for me
 
    F                C
But I had to shut my mouth

          F               C
T'was the gizzard and the north end 

     G7             C
Of a chicken flying south



I'm a plain old country boy

  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy

F               C
I raise cane on Saturday

      D7              G7
But I go to church on Sunday


      C
I'm a plain old country boy

  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy

         F                 C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule

         G7              C
When the sun comes up on Monday