Now, I'm just a country girl That's one thing sure as shootin'I hate those folks that think that they're Sadat-burned-half-a-lootin'Now, I'd be the same in Hollywood Or right in my own kitchenI believe in fussin' when you're mad And a-scratchin' when you're itchin'I'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girlI raise cane on Saturday But I go to church on SundayI'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girlI'll be a-lookin' o'er the old gray mule When the sun comes up on MondayEvery time the preacher called Ma always fixed a chickenNow, if I reached for that drumstick I was just sure to get a lickin'She always saved two parts for me But I had to shut my mouthIt was the gizzard and the north end Of a chicken a-flyin' southIn school my teachers used to claim That I was awful lazyBut I always believed that too much learnin' Just drives you crazyIt hurts my brain to try to solve A problem that's a twisterIf ignorance is bliss Then I'm the nation's biggest blisterI'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girlI raise cane on Saturday But I go to church on SundayI'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girlI'll be a-lookin' o'er the old gray mule When the sun comes up on MondayNow, when I peel my last old tater And I've laid me down to dieAnd gone to the land of milk and honey Far beyond the skyIn that fur land with streets of gold And clothing which is silkenYou'll find me a-flyin' around the barn Just a-helpin' with the milkI'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girlI raise cane on Saturday But I go to church on SundayI'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girlI'll be a-lookin' o'er the old gray mule When the sun comes up on Monday