Corn Fed - Shannon Brown

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