Lyrics Country Thang - John Michael Montgomery

Country Thang

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!