(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!