Text: Paul Brandt. Come On & Get Some.

I love the country
I ain't never gonna change
Like to get my hands dirty
Like to do it my own way

But don't go lookin' down on me
'Cause I like my chicken fried
A my, my

Come on and get some
Is what I'd hear my mama say
After working out in the fields
Hoein' rows or bailin' hay

That's how it is out here
Honest work for honest pay
A hey, hey

'Cause I'm loud and I'm proud
Like to get up in my pick up and get down
Flyin' round the back roads is how I like to spend my time
I can hang barbed wire

I love big tires
And havin' fun when my chores are done
But if you think 'cause I'm from the country that I'm dumb
Come on and get some

Ain't been to college yet
I ain't got no PhD
But I've got knowledge, yeah
Beyond what most folks see

So if you need the job done right
Well, you know where I'll be
A whoo, eee

Come on and get some
Is what I'd hear my mama say
After working out in the fields
Hoein' rows or bailin' hay

That's how it is out here
Honest work for honest pay
A hey, hey

Just me and Verline
'Neath the corn rows
Plantin' dreams
Aw, shucks