Country Boy

C
Now I'm just a simple guy

            F                
But there's one thing sure as 
 C
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



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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