Country Thang — текст песни (John Michael Montgomery)

(Kenny Beard/Lonnie Wilson/Jimmy Yeary)

Bring it on to me.

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!