I Get Along With All The Women

There's Always Been A Man Telling Me What To Do.

You Don't See No City When You Look At Me Cause Country's All I Am. I Love Runnin' Barefoot Through The Old Cornfields And I Love That Country Ham. Well You Say I'm Made Just To Fit Your Plans But There's A Barnyard Shovel Pick Your Hands. If Your Eyes Are On Me You're Lookin' At Country.

I've Been Married To The Same Man For All This Time. The Way We Fight Sometimes, You Can Tell.

You Get Used To Sadness, Growing Up In The Mountains, I Guess.

I Know There's Some Kind Of History To Mountain Music-like It Came From Ireland Or England Or Scotland And We Kept Up The Tradition.