C
Now I'm just a simple guy
F C
But there's one thing sure as shooting
F C
I hate those folks that think that they're
D7 G7
So doggone high fluting
C
I'd be the same in Hollywood
F C
Or right in my own kitchen
F C
I believe in fussing when you're mad
G7 C
And scratching when you're itching
I'm a plain old country boy
F C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F C
I raise cane on Saturday
D7 G7
But I go to church on Sunday
C
I'm a plain old country boy
F C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule
G7 C
When the sun comes up on Monday
Where I come from opportunities
F C
They never were too good
F C
We never had much money
D7 G7
But we done the best we could
C
Ma doctored me from youngin'-hood
F C
With Epsom salts and Iodine
F C
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks
G7 C
My 'spenders out of plow lines
I'm a plain old country boy
F C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F C
I raise cane on Saturday
D7 G7
But I go to church on Sunday
C
I'm a plain old country boy
F C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule
G7 C
When the sun comes up on Monday
Every time the preacher called
F C
Ma always fixed a chicken
F C
If I'd reach for a drumstick
D7 G7
I was sure to get a licking
C
She always saved two parts for me
F C
But I had to shut my mouth
F C
T'was the gizzard and the north end
G7 C
Of a chicken flying south
I'm a plain old country boy
F C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F C
I raise cane on Saturday
D7 G7
But I go to church on Sunday
C
I'm a plain old country boy
F C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule
G7 C
When the sun comes up on Monday