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 Tulsa came in clear It was Earl Thomas Connelly on the radio It punched me in the gut, man, it rattled my soul I'm talking about 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, *** my guitar and strum along Kick on back and ship 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 Vern and Alabama I was learning about those neon lights Wasted days and wasted nights And honky-tonks from Texas to Montana And when my fingers found the fretboard I'd close my eyes and sing I swear that beat-up guitar only played one thing I'm talking about 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, *** my guitar and strum along Kick on back and ship me something strong When I hear a good country song 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 old country A good country song A good country song