Now Im a just a country girl Thats one thing sure as shooting I hate those folks that think That theyre so dagburn high fluting Now Id be the same in Hollywood Or right in my own kitchen Huh, I believe in fussing when youre mad And a scratching when youre a itching Im a plain, old country girl A cornbreadloving country girl I raise Cain on Saturday But I go to church on Sunday Im a plain old country girl A cornbreadloving country girl Ill be a looking over the old, gray mule When the sun comes up on Monday Every time the preacher called Maw always fixed a chicken Now if I reach for that drumstick I was just sure to get a licking She always saved 2 parts for me But I had to shut my mouth It twas the gizzard and the north end Of a chicken a flying south In school my teachers used to claim That I was awful lazy But I always believed that too much learning Just drives you crazy It hurts my brain to try to solve A problem thats a twister If ignorance is bliss Then Im the nations biggest blister Im a plain, old country girl A cornbreadloving country girl I raise Cain on Saturday But I go to church on Sunday Im a plain old country girl A cornbreadloving country girl Ill be a looking over the old, gray mule When the sun comes up on Monday Now when Ive peeled my last, old tater And Ive laid me down to die And gone to the land of milk and honey Far beyond the sky In that far land with streets of gold And clothing which is silken Youll find me a flying around the barn Just a helping with the milking Im a plain, old country girl A cornbreadloving country girl I raise Cain on Saturday But I go to church on Sunday Im a plain old country girl A cornbreadloving country girl Ill be a looking over the old, gray mule When the sun comes up on Monday
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