I was raised in the country that's a natural fact 
Food on the table from the garden out back
Everyone working to make the land their own
Red clay crackin' where the silver queen grows
 [bad word] #39; with your cousins from yard to yard
Livin' was easy but the playin' was hard
Didn't have much [bad word] for free
All you needed was your family

 [bad word] 
I am a country girl
I've been around the world 
And every place I've been 
Ain't quite nothin' like
Livin' in the south 
Oh, honey, shut your mouth
I am a country girl
I am a country girl

Biscuits in the morning and gravy too
Fried chicken in the afternoon
Jaw draggin' eatin' sweet potato pie
Takin' half an hour to say goodbye
Blackberry patches, scuppernong vines
Sweet Georgia peaches and dandelion wine
The best kind of food is made by hand
The only place to get it is from the land

 [bad word] 

All day I dream about a place in the sun 
Kinda like where I'm from
With the tall grass blowin' in the breeze  [bad word] #39; barefoot round the tall oak trees

All day I dream about a place I've been
place where the skin I'm in
Feels like its supposed to be 
And anyone around who looks at me says 

 [bad word] 

Livin in the south
Oh, honey, shut your mouth

I was born in the country that's a natural fact 
On these long city days I wanta look back 
See tobacco fields a row after row 
Red clay a crackin' where the silver queen grows