Lyrics

We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss an' scream When the cars don't move when the light turns green We don't lock our doors when we leave the house There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out That's the way we do it in our town, yeah You never hear me apologise For growin' up strong, growin' up right Livin' life by the Golden Rule Say: "Yes, Ma'am," "Thank You." Green fields for miles an' miles Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred Corn fed Ain't no burnin' flags on our Court House Square You see Old Glory flyin' everywhere There ain't no Valley joint with five-star atmosphere Daddy's home-grown beet's what's for dinner here An we wash it down with a tall, cold beer, yeah You never hear me apologise For growin' up strong, growin' up right Livin' life by the Golden Rule Say: "Yes, Ma'am," "Thank You." Green fields for miles an' miles Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred Corn fed Rooster crows, six a.m.; John Deere pulling that plow again Spit on your face, hands in the dirt Ain't nothin' better on God's great earth You never hear me apologise For growin' up strong, growin' up right Livin' life by the Golden Rule Say: "Yes, Ma'am," "Thank You." Green fields for miles an' miles Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred; Well, I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred Corn fed Corn fed Corn fed Corn fed