| E | |
| We don't | flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream |
| E | D | |
| When the | cars don't move when the light turns | green |
| E | |
| We don't | lock our doors when we leave the house |
| E | D | |
| There ain't no | body here that we keep | out |
| A | |
| That's the way we do it in our | town, yeah |
| Chorus: |
| E | D | A | |
| You'll | never hear me apologize for | growin' up strong, | growin' up right |
| E | D | A | |
| We live life by the golden rule sayin' | yes maam, | thank you |
| E | D | A | |
| Green fields for miles and miles, ain't | nothin' but country on the | radio dial |
| G | A | E | |
| I | thank the good lord I was born and | bred - Corn | Fed |
| There ain't no burnin flags on our courthouse square |
| 'see ol' glory flyin' everywhere |
| there ain't no valet joint, five star atmosphere |
| daddy's home grown beef's what's for dinner here |
| And we wash it down with a tall cold beer, yeah |
| Chorus |
| Fiddle |
| Bridge: |
| E | |
| Rooster crows, six a.m. |
| E | |
| John Deere pullin' that plow again |
| E | |
| Sweat on your face, hands in the dirt |
| E | |
| Ain't nothin' better on gods green earth |
| Chorus |
| Well I thank the good lord I was born and bred |
| Corn Fed! |
| Corn Fed! |
| Corn Fed! |
| Corn Fed |