John Michael Montgomery - Country Thang lyrics

(Kenny Beard/Lonnie Wilson/Jimmy Yeary)

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 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!