Corn Fed. We dont flip the bird. We dont cuss and scream. When the cars dont move when the light turns green. We dont lock our doors When we leave the house. There aint no- body here that we keep out. Thats the way we do it in our town. Chours: Every hear me apoligize. Growin' up strong. Growin' up pride. Livin life by the golden rule. Sayin Yes Mamm', Thank you. Green feilds for miles and miles. Aint nothin but country on the radio dial. I thank the good lord i was born and bred. Corn Fed. There aint no. Burnin Flags on our court house square. We see our, Glory flyin everywhere. There aint no valley joints. The five star atmosphere. Daddys home grown beefs whats for dinner here. And we wash it down with a tall, cold beer. Chours 1x. Once the crow. 6 am. john deere pullin that plow again. sweat on your face. hands in the dirt. theres nothing better. on gods green earth. Chours 1x. Corn Fed.