Now, I'm just a simple guy   But there's one thing sure as shootin'   I hate those folks that think that they're   So doggone high fa lutin   I'd be the same in Hollywood   Or right in my own kitchen   I believe in fussin' when you're mad   And scratchin' when you're itchin'.      CHORUS   I'm a plain, old country boy   A corn-bread lovin' country boy   I raise cain on Saturday   But I go to church on Sunday   I'm a plain, old country boy   A corn-bread lovin' country boy   I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule   When the sun comes up on Monday.      Where I come from, opportunities, they never were too good   We never had much money, but we done the best we could   Ma doctored me from youngin-hood, with Epson salts and Iodine   Made my diapers out of old feed sacks, my 'spenders out of plow lines.      CHORUS      Every time the preacher called, Ma always fixed a chicken   If I'd reach for a drumstick, I was sure to get a lickin'   She always saved two parts for me, But I had to shut my mouth   T'was the gizzard and the North end of a chicken flyin' South.      CHORUS