Tracy Byrd
I'm From The Country

Way back up in the country, back in the hills
Down in the hollows where the folks are real
Living with the crazies and the old wildcats
Sawed off shot guns and coon skin caps
Thats where I'm from and I'm proud to say
I'm from the country and I like it that way.

Everybody knows everybody
Everybody calls ya friend
You don't need an invitation
Kick off your shoes, come on in
Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play
We're from the country and we like it that way.

--- Instrumental ---

All day long we work in the fields
And bring it on home to a home cooked meal
We love you like sunday and treat you like saturday night
And when the beds get full we can sleep in the hay (hey)
We're from the country and we like it that way.

Everybody knows everybody
Everybody calls ya friend
You don't need an invitation
Kick off your shoes, come on in
Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play
We're from the country and we like it that way.

--- Instrumental ---

Everybody knows everybody
Everybody calls ya friend
You don't need an invitation
Kick off your shoes come on in
Yeah we know how to work and we know how to play
We're from the country, we're from the country
We're from the country and we like it that way...

--- Instrumental to fade ---


Mirror lyrics:

--- Instrumental to fade ---

We're from the country and we like it that way...
We're from the country, we're from the country
Yeah we know how to work and we know how to play
Kick off your shoes come on in
You don't need an invitation
Everybody calls ya friend
Everybody knows everybody

--- Instrumental ---

We're from the country and we like it that way.
Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play
Kick off your shoes, come on in
You don't need an invitation
Everybody calls ya friend
Everybody knows everybody

We're from the country and we like it that way.
And when the beds get full we can sleep in the hay (hey)
We love you like sunday and treat you like saturday night
And bring it on home to a home cooked meal
All day long we work in the fields

--- Instrumental ---

We're from the country and we like it that way.
Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play
Kick off your shoes, come on in
You don't need an invitation
Everybody calls ya friend
Everybody knows everybody

I'm from the country and I like it that way.
Thats where I'm from and I'm proud to say
Sawed off shot guns and coon skin caps
Living with the crazies and the old wildcats
Down in the hollows where the folks are real
Way back up in the country, back in the hills


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