I was raised country, under big skies, mountains high
Homemade biscuits and apple pie
Work all week on the farm
Come a Friday night beggin’ for my daddy’s car
Me and buddy without any fear, chasin’ pretty girls chug a lug on a beer
I swear I spent my last dime tryin’ to impress her every time
And she’s say…

Chorus:
Don’t worry honey, you worry too much
You don’t need money to buy my love
There’s a drive in movie way across town
Get your 57 Chevy and let the top roll down

I grew up in the country fell in love at 17
You in heels, me in jeans I had a vision you had a dream
I was your knight and you were my queen
Built a home on six days work
On the seventh day we’d head for church
I remember times I’d lay awake at night
When the crops were poor and the money was tight
You’d say I know the bills and baby’s due
But I don’t care as long as I got you
She whispered…

Chorus:
Don’t worry honey, it’ll be okay
Sweet dreams baby, your troubles away
We ain’t got nothin’ to worry about
Because we’ve been blessed, there ain’t no doubt

I’m proud to be from the country
Livin’ the life of country folk
When times are tough they help you cope
Livin’ and lovin’ it’s a way of life
Of a  hard workin’ man and a good lovin’ wife

Music and lyrics by
Don Bouvette - 2008