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!