Sittin in a field

I was born in a field of corn, golden and tall, Where the tractor hums a tune, that's the country call. With a cold beer in my hand, sittin' on the porch, Life's a country song, no need for much more. Corn in the fields, beer in the fridge, Country music playin' loud, life’s a perfect pitch. With a six-string strum and a sunny day, We’re dancin' with the corn and the beer all day. Grandpa’s got his stories, and Grandma’s got her pie, We gather 'round the fire as the stars light the sky. Crack open a cold one, toast to the night, With country tunes playin', everything’s just right. Corn in the fields, beer in the fridge, Country music playin' loud, life’s a perfect pitch. With a six-string strum and a sunny day, We’re dancin' with the corn and the beer all day. There’s somethin' 'bout a banjo that makes your heart sing, And a sip of that brew that makes you feel like a king. The corn’s sway dancin' to the beat of the drum, In this country life, we know where we’re from. Corn in the fields, beer in the fridge, Country music playin' loud, life’s a perfect pitch. With a six-string strum and a sunny day, We’re dancin' with the corn and the beer all day