D  G  D
That hot old summer sun make ya beg for your next breath, 
A
So ya best be on the creek bank a laid in the shade. 
D  G  
Chewin on a hickory twig, pass that bottle and I’ll have me a 
D  A  D
swig, I ain’t got a lot but I think I got it made in the shade. 
 
G  D 
I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind, 
catching these fish like their going out of style 
A
and drinking this homemade wine. 
D  G  
Hey, if the sun don’t come out tomorrow, people I have had 
D  A  D
a good  time, just laid back here in a country state of mind. 
 
D  G  
I bet the old mans in the kitchen, he’s got my kind of music 
D
on the radio and he’s drinkin’ his beer and dialing up 
A
the request line. 
D  G  
Well, mama and Oralee Jones are probably in the dining room 
D  A
try’in to use the phone and me, I’m thinkin’ about that girl 
D
and later tonight. 
 
G  D  
I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind, 
catching these fish like their going out of style 
A
and drinking this homemade wine. 
D  G 
Hey, if the sun don’t come out tomorrow, people I have had 
D  A  D
a good  time, just laid back here in country state of mind. 
 
E  A
Well the hippies and the red necks are in their discos 
E  B7
and honkytonks, somewhere between raisin’ hell and Amazing Grace.
E  A
Lord I know how they feel, you gotta get out and kick up your heels,
E  B7  E
and ain’t it great to be livin’ in the USA. 

A  E 
I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind, 
catching these fish like their going out of style 
B7
and drinking this homemade wine. 
E  A
Hey, if the sun don’t come out tomorrow, people I have had 
E  B7  E
a good  time, just laid back here in a country state of mind. 

      G                            C                  G           
That hot ol' summer sun. Make you beg for your next breath,  
                                                D          
So you best be on the creek bank a laid in the shade.  
 G                                      C                 G        
Chewin' on a hickory twig, pass that bottle I'll have me a swig. 
                         D                G        
I ain't got a lot but I think I got it made. 

Chorus:
          C                                    G        
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind. 
Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style 
and drinkin' this  
        D                    G                       C   
homemade wine.  Hey, if the sun don't come up tomorrow,  
                            G                           D          
people ought of had a good time, just laid up here in at country  
          G        
state of mind. 
 
I bet the old man's in the kitchen, he's got my kind 
of music on his radio.  
Oh I'm drinkin' his beer and dialin' up the requestin' line.  
Well mamma  
????????????, probably in the dining room tryin' 
to use the phone. Me, I'm  
thinkin' about that girl and later tonight. 
 
Chorus
 
          A                                     D              
Well the red necks and the red beards are in their discos 
and honky- 
 A                                                   E7    
tonks, somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace.  
Lord, I  
 A                                       D                 A      
know just how they feel you gotta get out and kick up your heels,  
                          E7                     
and ain't it great to be livin' in the USA. 
 
Chorus 
 
          D                                    A        
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind.
Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style 
and drinkin' this   
          E7                   A                   D   
homemade wine.  Hey, if the sun don't shine tomorrow,  
                        A                               E7      
people ought of had a good time, just laid up here in at country  
          A        
state of mind.