Verse 1:
I'm a country boy,
With my country girl,
Our faithful country dog,
And our pot-bellied country hog.
The country sun beats down,
On my country neck and back,
Cutting country crops I'm too hot for my shirt,
So I drop it down onto the country dirt.
Chorus:
A country man has a hell of a plan,
To make a difference in life,
Out in the yard, shooting old tin cans,
And supping moonshine with the wife.
Verse 2:
At night, the country moon,
Comes up on my country ranch,
I settle down into my country bunk,
To produce some good 'ole country spunk.
When the country cockerel crows,
I'm back on my country feet,
I get right on with my country chores,
In the great wide country outdoors.
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