Country Thang - John Michael Montgomery

We’re backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin',

Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin',

Huntin’and a-fishin', workin’and a-wishin'for the weekend.

We say: «Yes Ma’am, No Ma’am, Sir, can a lend a hand?»

Take a stand for somethin’we believe in.

Love an’pray and do anythin’for a good friend.

We like camp fires burnin', buttermilk churnin',

Old folks, dirt roads windin’and a-turnin',

To a muddy creek;

jumpin’from a tall tree into the deep end.

That’s a country thang.

People who don’t live it just might think we’ve gone insane.

But though the folks down home, we can stand right up and say:

It’s a country thang.

We like moonlight sippin', late skinny-dippin'.

Flat rock skippin', catfish hittin'.

Sittin’on a creek-bank, sun’s up but we ain’t leavin'.

We like country twang and good southern rockin',

Fun in the sun on the bass boat dockin'.

Home made wine an’a mess of fish pie an’then a hot jam.

Got Gran’mas, gran’pas, newborn young 'uns;

Double wide homes an’double first cousins.

An old town square an’a county fair: it’s a good plan.

It’s a country thang.

People who don’t live it just might think we’ve gone insane.

But though the folks down home, we can stand right up and say:

It’s a country thang.

It’s a country thang.

People who don’t live it just might think we’ve gone insane.

But though the folks back home, we can stand right up and say:

It’s a country thang.

It’s a country thang.

It’s a country thang.

That’s right!