Текст John Michael Montgomery – Country Thang

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 I 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 talltree into the deep end.

That’s a country thang.
People who don’t live it might just think we’ve gone insane.
But those of us 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 suthern rockin’,
Fun in the sun on the bass boat dockin’.
Home made wine an’ a mess of fish frying an’ then a hot pan.

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 mught just think we’ve gone insane.
But those of us 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 mught just think we’ve gone insane.
But those of us down home, we can stand right up and say:

That’s right!