Country Girl

Now I'm a just country girl
 That's one thing sure as shooting
 I hate those folks that think
 That they're so dag burn high fluting
 Now I'd be the same in Hollywood
 Or right in my own kitchen
 Huh, I believe in fussing when you're mad
 And a scratching when you're itching
 I'm a plain, old country girl
 A cornbread-loving country girl
 I raise Cain on Saturday
 But I go to church on Sunday
 I'm a plain old country girl
 A cornbread-loving country girl
 I'll be a looking over the old, gray mule
 When the sun comes up on Monday
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 Every time the preacher called
 Ma always fixed a chicken
 Now if I reach for that drumstick
 I was just sure to get a licking
 She always saved two parts for me
 But I had to shut my mouth
 It t'was 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 that's a twister
 If ignorance is bliss
 Then I'm the nation's biggest blister
 I'm a plain, old country girl
 A cornbread-loving country girl
 I raise Cain on Saturday
 But I go to church on Sunday
 I'm a plain old country girl
 A cornbread-loving country girl
 I'll be a looking over the old, gray mule
 When the sun comes up on Monday
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 Now when I've peeled my last, old tater
 And I've 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
 You'll find me a flying around the barn
 Just a helping with the milking
 I'm a plain, old country girl
 A cornbread-loving country girl
 I raise Cain on Saturday
 But I go to church on Sunday
 I'm a plain old country girl
 A cornbread-loving country girl
 I'll be a looking over the old, gray mule
 When the sun comes up on Monday