Good Country Song

Shotgun in my Daddy's truck

Eight years old and acting tough

He smiled at me and said, "You shift the gears"

He would search that FM dial

And I would count down every mile

"Till the station out of Corpus came in clear

It was ol' Alan Jackson on the radio

It punched me in the gut man

It rattled my soul

I'm talking 'bout a good country song

Makes you smile, makes you hurt

Leaves you hanging on every word

A good country song

Makes you love, makes you leave

Raise some hell or hit your knees

All I know is I think of home

Grab my guitar and strum along

Kick on back and sip me something strong

When I hear a good country song

While hip-hop, rap and rock were cool

I was in my basement getting schooled

On George and Keith and Garth and Johnny Lee

I was learning 'bout those neon lights

Wasted days and wasted nights

And honkytonks from Texas to Tennessee

And when my fingers found the fretboard

I close my eyes sing

I swear that beat up guitar

Only played one thing

I'm talking 'bout a good country song

Makes you smile, makes you hurt

Leaves you hanging on every word

A good country song

Makes you love, makes you leave

Raise some hell or hit your knees

All I know is I think of home

Grab my guitar and strum along

Kick on back and sip me something strong

When I hear a good country song

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Yeah, it makes me think of days long gone

Miss my dad and call my mom

Cry and laugh and pray and drink 'till dawn

When I hear a good country

A good 'ol country

A good country song