Words & Music by Paul Brandt & Steve Rosen      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 mamma 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   Flying 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 eeeee      (Chorus)      Just me and    Verline   Neath the corn rows   plantin' dreams   Aw Shucks