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

Oh

Writer : MARTY STUART
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group