We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin',   Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin',   Huntin' and a-fishin', workin' and a-wishin' for the weekend.      We say: "Yes Ma'am, No Ma'am, Sir, can a lend a hand?"   Take a stand for somethin' we believe in.   Love an' pray and do anythin' for a good friend.      We like camp fires burnin', buttermilk churnin',   Old folks, dirt roads windin' and a-turnin',   To a muddy creek; jumpin' from a tall tree into the deep end.      That's a country thang.   People who don't live it just might think we've gone insane.   But though the folks down home, we can stand right up and say:   It's a country thang.      We like moonlight sippin', late skinny-dippin'.   Flat rock skippin', catfish hittin'.   Sittin' on a creek-bank, sun's up but we ain't leavin'.      We like country twang and good southern rockin',   Fun in the sun on the bass boat dockin'.   Home made wine an' a mess of fish pie an' then a hot jam.      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 just might think we've gone insane.   But though the folks 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 just might think we've gone insane.   But though the folks back 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!