“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
“Little” Jimmy Dickens
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'
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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
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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
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Country Boy was written by Felice Bryant & Boudleaux Bryant.