David Allan Coe - If That Ain't Country Lyrics
The old man was covered in tattoos and scars;He got some in prison and others in bars.The rest, he got workin' on old junk cars...In the daytime.They looked like tombstones in our yardAnd I never seen him when he wasn't tiredAnd mean.He sold used parts to make ends meetCovered with sweat in the Texas heatAnd mosquitoes.And the neighbors said we lived like hicksBut they brung their cars for Paw to fixAnyhow.He was veteran-proud - tried and true;He'd fought till his heart was black and blue.Didn't know how he'd made it throughThe hard times.He bought our house on the G.I. BillBut it wasn't worth all he had to killTo get it.He drank Pearl in a can and Jack Daniels Black,Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack,Had an old dog that was trained to attack...Sometimes.He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnakeAnd there wasn't much that he would takeFrom a stranger.There was thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs,House full of chickens and a yard full of hogs;Spent the summertime cuttin' up logsFor the winter.Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord;Workin' like a nigger for my room and board;Coal-burnin' stove - no natural gas -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 seen the Grand Ol' Opry, and I've met Johnny Cash.If that ain't 'Country', I'll kiss your ass.Momma sells eggs at the grocery store.My oldest sister is a first-rate whore.Dad says she can't come home anymoreAnd he means it.Ma just sits and keeps her silence.Sister, she left 'cause Dad got violentAnd he knows it.Momma, she's old far beyond her times,Choppin' tobacco and I seen her cryin'When blood started flowin' from her callused handsAnd it hurt me.She'd just keep workin' - tryin' to help the old manTill the end of one row then back againLike always.She's been through Hell since Junior went to jail.When the lights go out she ain't never failedTo get down on her knees and prayBecause she loves him.Told all the neighbors he off in the warFightin' for freedom and he's good to the coreAnd she's proud.Now, our place was a graveyard for automobiles.At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheelsAnd tires for sale for a dollar or twoCash.There was fifty holes in our old tin roof,Me and my family was livin' proofThat people who forgot about 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 seen the Grand Ol' Opry, and I've met Johnny Cash.If that ain't 'Country', I'll kiss your ass.An' I'm thinkin' tonight of my blue eyes,And flyin' with the gray speckled bird.I didn't know God made honky-tonk angelsAnd went back to the wild side of life.
