Country Thang

(альбом: Pictures - 2002)

Bring it on to me.

We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods picking,
Shotgun waving, long-neck drinking,
Hunting and a-fishing, working and a-wishing for the weekend.

We say: "Yes Ma'am, No Ma'am, Sir, can I lend a hand?"
Take a stand for something we believe in.
Love an' pray and do anything for a good friend.

We like camp fires burning, buttermilk churning,
Old folks, dirt roads winding and a-turning,
To a muddy creek; jumping from a talltree into the deep end.

That's a country thang.
People who don't live it might just think we've gone insane.
But those of us down home, we can stand right up and say:
It's a country thang.

We like moonlight sipping, late skinny-dipping.
Flat rock skipping, catfish hitting.
Sitting on a creek-bank, sun's up but we ain't leaving.

We like country twang, and good suthern rocking,
Fun in the sun on the bass boat docking.
Home made wine an' a mess of fish frying an' then a hot pan.

Got Gran'mas, gran'pas, newborn young'uns;
Double wide homes an' double first cousins.
An old town square an' a county fair: it's a good plan.

It's a country thang
People who don't live it mught just think we've gone insane.
But those of us down home, we can stand right up and say:
It's a country thang.

It's a country thang
People who don't live it mught just think we've gone insane.
But those of us down home, we can stand right up and say:
It's a country thang.
It's a country thang.
It's a country thang.

That's right!