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            C
Now I'm just a simple guy
            F                 C
But there's one thing sure as shooting
  F                     C
I hate those folks that think that they're
   D7           G7
So doggone high fluting
    C
I'd be the same in Hollywood
   F               C
Or right in my own kitchen
  F                  C
I believe in fussing when you're mad
    G7                     C
And scratching when you're itching
I'm a plain old country boy
  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F               C
I raise cane on Saturday
      D7              G7
But I go to church on Sunday
      C
I'm a plain old country boy
  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy
         F                 C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule
         G7              C
When the sun comes up on Monday
Where I come from opportunities 
F                   C
They never were too good
F                 C
We never had much money
 
       D7               G7
But we done the best we could
   C
Ma doctored me from youngin'-hood
 
     F               C
With Epsom salts and Iodine
        F                  C
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks
 
    G7                   C
My 'spenders out of plow lines
I'm a plain old country boy
  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F               C
I raise cane on Saturday
      D7              G7
But I go to church on Sunday
      C
I'm a plain old country boy
  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy
         F                 C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule
         G7              C
When the sun comes up on Monday
Every time the preacher called 
F                 C
Ma always fixed a chicken
F                  C
If I'd reach for a drumstick 
      D7            G7
I was sure to get a licking
    C
She always saved two parts for me
 
    F                C
But I had to shut my mouth
          F               C
T'was the gizzard and the north end 
     G7             C
Of a chicken flying south
I'm a plain old country boy
  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy
F               C
I raise cane on Saturday
      D7              G7
But I go to church on Sunday
      C
I'm a plain old country boy
  F                 C
A corn-bread loving country boy
         F                 C
I'll be looking over that old gray mule
         G7              C
When the sun comes up on Monday