My Grandpappy was a happy hillbillyA holler-raised blue-collar dollar-made manBack a stained smile or a shiner in the darkWith a keep-it-real heart and a common-sense planI love how he said what he said sometimesWhenever he found me downWith a laugh and that throwback Arkansas drawThat you get from my hick townHe say, rub a little country, rub a little countryRub a little country on itYeah, like George on a dang dirt-topperStained-back dollar-made manGot dog on itYeah, rub a little country, rub a little countryRub a little country on itIt's a bull on a fiddleIt's whittlin' on hickoryIt's a homemade butter-on-cornbread thingGettin' back down to earth like a name on a shirtDon't forget where you're from if you know what I meanWhen that city ends, I'll be backLooking so greenRub a little country, rub a little countryRub a little country on itYeah, like George on a dang dirt-topperStained-back got dog on itYeah, rub a little country on itOn itAll that clean truckAll that clean truckOn some life sucks, on that been there, done that, now what?On that done you wrong, on that shortcut homeOn the radio, before you turn it onRub a little country, rub a little country, rub a little country on itYeah, like George Hall on a dang dirt diaper stainMy God, doggone itRub a little country, rub a little country, rub a little country on itYeah*