Corn Fed

Rooster crows, six am;

John Deere pulling that plow again.

Spit on your face, hands in the dirt,

Ain't nothin' better on God's great earth.

You never hear me apologize,

For growin' up strong, growin' up right.

Livin' life by the Golden Rule.

Say: "Yes, Ma'am," "Thank You."

Green fields for miles an' miles,

Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial.

I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred...

Corn fed.

Lyrics by Shannon Brown. Here full song here.