I'm From The Country - Tracy Byrd | Lyrics | 1998

Way back up in the country, back in the hills, down in the hollows where the folks are real.
Living with the crazies and the old wildcats, sawed-off shotguns and coon skin caps.
That's where I'm from, and I'm proud to say I'm from the country, and I like it that way.
Everybody knows everybody.
Everybody calls you friend.
You don't need an invitation; kick off your shoes, come on in.
Yeah, we know how to work, and we know how to play.
We're from the country, and we like it that way.
All day long, we work in the fields and bring it on home to a home-cooked meal.
We love you like Sunday and treat you like Saturday night.
And when the beds get full, we can sleep in the hay.
(hey)
We're from the country, and we like it that way.
Everybody knows everybody.
Everybody calls you friend.
You don't need an invitation; kick off your shoes, come on in.
Yeah, we know how to work, and we know how to play.
We're from the country, and we like it that way.
Everybody knows everybody.
Everybody calls you friend.
You don't need an invitation; kick off your shoes, come on in.
Yeah, we know how to work, and we know how to play.
We're from the country.
We're from the country.
We're from the country, and we like it that way.

Credits:
Image - Bailey Alexander https://unsplash.com/photos/a-group-of-peo...
Music - Tracy Byrd