Tracy Byrd

(Marty Brown/Richard Young/Stan Webb)

Way back up in the country, back in the hills
Down in the hollows where the folks are real
Livin¡¯ with the crazzies and the old wildcats
Sawed off shotguns and coonskin 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
Then bring it on home to a home cooked meal
We love ya like Sunday, treat ya like Saturday night
And when the bed gets 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

Written by MARTY BROWN, RICHARD YOUNG, STAN WEBB
Published by BUG MUSIC, CONEXION MEDIA GROUP, INC.

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