I was born on the farm
While my mom milked the cattle
A jug full of corn
Was my first baby rattle
I could ride a tractor
Before I could ride a bike
My very first date
Took me to the theater
That boy's biggest dream
Was to grow the best tater
But I wanted to be
Much more than a farm hand's wife
So I packed up my bag
And I headed for the water
They all waved goodbye
To the little farmer's daughter
I was setting sail
For the best time of my life
Now I'm picking apples at the Sistine Chapel
Bailing hay at the Champs-Elysees
I'm a country girl in every country of the world
Now I'm shucking corn where Shakespeare was born
And I'm eating grits at the great pyramids
I'm a country girl in every country of the world
I'm just a country girl
In every country of the world
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