Written by Shannon Brown / John Rich / Vicky McGehee
We don't' flip the bird
We don't cuss and scream
When the cars don't move, when the light turns green
We don't lock our doors, when we leave the house
There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out
That's the way we do in our town
Chorus
You'll never hear me apologize
For growing up strong, growing up right
Livin' life by the golden rule
Say yes ma'm thank you
Green fields for miles and miles
Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born and bred
Corn fed
There ain't no burning flags
On our courthouse square
You see ole' glory flying everywhere
There ain't no valet joint
With five star atmosphere
Daddy's home grown beef's what's dinner here
And we wash if down with a tall cold beer
Repeat Chorus
Roosters crows 6 am, John Deere pulling that plow again
Sweat on your face hands in the dirt
Ain't nothing better on God's green Earth
Repeat Chorus
Well I thank the good Lord I was born and bred
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