Lyrics:

(Marty BrownRichard YoungStan Webb) Way back up in the country, back in the hills Down in the hollows where the folks are real Livin' with the crazzies and the old wildcats Sawed off shotguns and coonskin caps That's where I'm from and I'm proud to say I'm from the country and I like it that way Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend You don't need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play We're from the country and we like it that way All day long we work in the fields Then bring it on home to a home cooked meal We love ya like Sunday, treat ya like Saturday night And when the bed gets full we can sleep in the hay (hey) We're from the country and we like it that way Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend You don't need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play We're from the country and we like it that way Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend You don't need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play We're from the country We're from the country We're from the country and we like it that way