Ridin` twenty miles on a midnight train.
Just to go fishin` in the pourin` rain.
Take along your baby, just `cause you`re in love.
Fishin` and lovin`: I can`t get enough.
Well, that`s Country.
I was raised a Country child.
Now that`s Country,
Baby, that`s my style.
Got me a pick-up, I got a piece of nothin` farm.
Shotgun and a hound dog, I got a tractor in the barn.
Rockin` chair on my front porch and a jug of home-made wine.
When I ain`t makin` music, that`s how I spend my time.
Well, that`s Country.
I was born, yes, a Country child.
Now that`s Country,
But baby, that`s my style.
You know every man and woman,
Oughta have a place to lay their burdens down.
You all can do it in that city,
But it ain`t the same in a big old town.
Instrumental break.
Now me just talk to y`all one time.
Have you ever laid in a field of clover late into the night?
An` watched a shooting star fall from heaven till the moon fades outta sight.
Get up an` go visitin`, that`s just what neighbours do.
I`m proud to be from the country. Now how about you?
Oh, that`s Country.
I was raised on that Mississippi mile.
Now that`s Country,
But baby, that`s my style.
Well, that`s Country.
Guess I was born a Country child.
Now that`s Country,
And baby, that`s my style.
Ooooooh.