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 kitchen
I 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 girl
I raise cane on Saturday But I go to church on Sunday
I'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girl
I'll be a-lookin' o'er the old gray mule When the sun comes up on Monday
Every time the preacher called Ma always fixed a chicken
Now, 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 mouth
It was the gizzard and the north end Of a chicken a-flyin' south
In school my teachers used to claim That I was awful lazy
But I always believed that too much learnin' Just drives you crazy
It hurts my brain to try to solve A problem that's a twister
If ignorance is bliss Then I'm the nation's biggest blister
I'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girl
I raise cane on Saturday But I go to church on Sunday
I'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girl
I'll be a-lookin' o'er the old gray mule When the sun comes up on Monday
Now, when I peel my last old tater And I've laid me down to die
And gone to the land of milk and honey Far beyond the sky
In that fur land with streets of gold And clothing which is silken
You'll find me a-flyin' around the barn Just a-helpin' with the milk
I'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girl
I raise cane on Saturday But I go to church on Sunday
I'm a plain ol' country girl A cornbread-lovin' country girl
I'll be a-lookin' o'er the old gray mule When the sun comes up on Monday