[ Featuring Marty Stuart ]
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
Ought to 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
Now, me, just talk to y'all one time
Have you ever laid in a field of clover
Late into the night
And watched a shooting star fall from heaven
Till the moon fades outta sight?
Get up and go visitin'
That's just what neighbors 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
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