If That Ain't Country (Part 2)

歌詞

But I'm just an old man now, covered with scars Most of 'em I got fightin' in them redneck bars And a bunch of new tattoos that Squench put on me Well he covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe And I wasn't famous then, and I wasn't free Well I grew up in a three room run down shack At the foot of the mountain by the railroad track Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down My daddy worked the coal mines, and he worked on cars And momma went to church, and daddy'd go to bars Well most folks just called it the hillbilly part of town We had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen I painted it red, but I was still green Shit I couldn't even afford to buy it gas I had a .410 rifle and a bowie knife too Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew And we'd count the cars when the trains went past And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass If that ain't country, it'll hair-lip the pope If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash And if he ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass" Well one of my sisters was a lady of the night And then one day she saw the light Now she don't do those things that she used to do She never made the funeral when daddy died I said I'd forgive her but I guess I lied There's just no way to hide the way that I feel Now me and my brothers took our sister Diane Down to the funeral home to see the old man Jimmy was the oldest and Diane was the youngest one Now Ray was in the middle and then there was me And I'm the one at 23, who grew up to be That yankee's rebel son Now times are changin' I've heard folks say And it's been ten years since my daddy passed away But I can still picture him in his overalls Covered with grease, from his head to his feet Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat And mosquitoes Standin' by the house where he made his deals And around the porch there was a bunch of old wheels And some used Harley Davidson parts that he sold for cash There was fifty holes in an old tin roof Me and my family was livin' proof A perfect example of poor white trash And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass If that ain't country, it'll hair-lip the pope If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash And if he ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass" And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass" And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass" As heard on other live performances: Well I'm just an old man now covered with scars Most of them I got fightin' in them redneck bars And a bunch of brand new tattoos that Squench put on me You know he covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe And I wasn't famous then, and I wasn't free You know I grew up in a three room run down shack At the foot of the hill by the railroad track Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down My daddy worked at the Goodyear tire and rubber company and he worked on cars My momma went to church and my daddy went to bars Most people just called it the hillbilly part of town I had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen I painted it red 'cause I was still green Hell I couldn't even afford to buy it gas Had a .410 rifle and a bowie knife too Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew And we'd count the cars when the trains went past And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass If that ain't country, it'll hair-lip the pope If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke I've been on the Grand Ole Opry and I know Johnny Cash And if he ain't country, I'll kiss your ass You know one of my sisters was a lady of the night And then one day she saw the light Now she don't do those things that she used to do She never made the funeral when my daddy died I said I'd forgive her but I guess I lied 'Cause there ain't no way to hide, the way that I feel Now me and my brothers took our sister Diane Down to the funeral home to see the old man Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one Jack and Ray was in the middle and then there was me And I'm the one that turned 23 And grew up to be, that yankee's rebel son Times are changin' I heard Bob Dylan say It's been fifteen now since my father passed away But I can still picture him in his overalls Standin' 'round the house where he made his deals 'Round the porch there was a bunch of old wheels And some used Harley Davidson parts that he sold for cash There was fifty holes in an old tin roof Me and my family was livin' proof Everybody called us old poor white trash And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass If that ain't country, it'll hair-lip the pope If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke I've been on the Grand Ole Opry and I know Johnny Cash And if he ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass" And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass" And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"