Country Girl
I was born on the farmWhile my mom milked the cattleA jug full of cornWas my first baby rattleI could ride a tractorBefore I could ride a bike
My very first dateTook me to the theaterThat boy's biggest dreamWas to grow the best taterBut I wanted to beMuch more than a farm hand's wife
So I packed up my bagAnd I headed for the waterThey all waved goodbyeTo the little farmer's daughterI was setting sailFor the best time of my life
Now I'm picking apples at the Sistine ChapelBailing hay at the Champs-ÉlyséesI'm a country girl in every country of the worldNow I'm shucking corn where Shakespeare was bornAnd I'm eating grits at the great pyramidsI'm a country girl in every country of the worldI'm just a country girlIn every country of the world