(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


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