Good Country Song

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 Corpus came in clear It was ol' Alan Jackson on the radio It punched me in the gut man It rattled my soul I'm talking 'bout 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 Grab my guitar and strum along Kick on back and sip 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 Garth and Johnny Lee I was learning 'bout those neon lights Wasted days and wasted nights And honkytonks from Texas to Tennessee And when my fingers found the fretboard I close my eyes sing I swear that beat up guitar Only played one thing I'm talking 'bout 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 Grab my guitar and strum along Kick on back and sip 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 'ol country A good country song