C
Now I’m just a simple guy
F
C
But there’s one thing sure as shooting
F
C
I hate those folks that think that they’re
D7
G7
So doggone high fluting
C
I’d be the same in Hollywood
F
C
Or right in my own kitchen
F
C
I believe in fussing when you’re mad
G7
C
And scratching when you’re itching
F
C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F
C
I raise cane on Saturday
D7
G7
But I go to church on Sunday
C
I’m a plain old country boy
F
C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F
C
I’ll be looking over that old gray mule
G7
C
When the sun comes up on Monday
F
C
They never were too good
F
C
We never had much money
D7
G7
But we done the best we could
C
Ma doctored me from youngin-hood
F
C
With Epsom salts and Iodine
F
C
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks
G7
C
My ‘spenders out of plow lines
F
C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F
C
I raise cane on Saturday
D7
G7
But I go to church on Sunday
C
I’m a plain old country boy
F
C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F
C
I’ll be looking over that old gray mule
G7
C
When the sun comes up on Monday
F
C
Ma always fixed a chicken
F
C
If I’d reach for a drumstick
D7
G7
I was sure to get a licking
C
She always saved two parts for me
F
C
But I had to shut my mouth
F
C
T’was the gizzard and the north end
G7
C
Of a chicken flying south
F
C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F
C
I raise cane on Saturday
D7
G7
But I go to church on Sunday
C
I’m a plain old country boy
F
C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F
C
I’ll be looking over that old gray mule
G7
C
When the sun comes up on Monday
C
D7
F
G7
