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 Conley 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 lead, raise some hell or hit your knees.
All I know is I think of home.
*** my guitar
and strum along,
kick on back and send 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 in 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 lead,
raise some hell or hit your knees.
All I know is I think of home.
*** my guitar and strum along,
kick on back and send me something strong.
When I hear a good country song.
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 old country,
a
good country song.