(Boudleaux Bryant - Felice Bryant)

Now I'm just a simple guy but there's one thing sure as shootin'
I hate those folks that think that they're so doggone high fa lutin
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 corn bread lovin' country boy
I raise cain on Saturday but I go to church on Sunday
I'm a plain old country boy a corn bread 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 corn bread lovin' country boy
I raise cain on Saturday but I go to church on Sunday
I'm a plain old country boy a corn bread lovin' 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 corn bread lovin' country boy
I raise cain on Saturday but I go to church on Sunday
I'm a plain old country boy a corn bread lovin' country boy
I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule when the sun comes up on Monday...