Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If That Ain't Country, artist - David Allan Coe. Album song Super Hits Volume 2, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 02.07.2009
Record label: Gusto
Song language: English
If That Ain't Country |
Recitation: |
THE OLD MAN WAS COVERED WITH TATTOOS AND SCARS |
HE GOT SOME IN PRISON AND OTHERS IN BARS |
THE REST HE GOT WORKING’ON OLD JUNK CARS |
IN THE DAYTIME |
THEY LOOKED LIKE TOMBSTONES IN OUR YARD |
AND I NEVER SEEN HIM WHEN HE WASN’T TIRED AND MEAN |
HE SOLD USED PARTS TO MAKE ENDS MEET |
COVERED WITH GREASE FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS FEET |
CUSSING’THE SWEAT AND THE TEXAS HEAT |
AND MESQUITES |
AND THE NEIGHBORS SAID WE LIVED LIKE HICKS |
BUT THEY BRUNG THEIR CARS FOR PA TO FIX ANYHOW |
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 THROUGH THE HARD TIMES |
HE BOUGHT OUR HOUSE ON THE G.I. |
BILL |
BUT IT WASN’T WORTH ALL HE HAD TO KILL TO 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 RATTLESNAKE |
AND THERE WASN’T TOO MUCH |
THAT HE WOULD TAKE FROM A STRANGER |
THERE WERE THIRTEEN KIDS AND A BUNCH OF DOGS |
A HOUSE FULL OF CHICKENS AND A YARD FULL OF HOGS |
I SPENT THE SUMMERTIME CUTTING’UP LOGS FOR THE WINTER |
TRYING’LIKE THE DEVIL TO FIND THE LORD |
WORKING’LIKE A NIGGER FOR MY ROOM AND BOARD |
COAL-BURIN'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 OLE OPRY, |
AND I’VE MET JOHNNY CASH |
IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, I’LL KISS YOUR ASS |
RECITATION: |
MAMA SELLS EGGS AT A GROCERY STORE |
MY OLDEST SISTER IS A FIRST-RATE WHORE |
DAD SAYS SHE CAN’T COME HOME ANYMORE |
AND HE MEANS IT |
MA JUST SITS AND KEEPS HER SILENCE |
SISTER, SHE LEFT 'CAUSE DAD GOT VIOLENT |
AND HE KNOWS IT |
MAMA SHE’S OLD FAR BEYOND HER TIME |
FROM CHOPPING TOBACCO AND I’VE SEEN HER CRYING' |
WHEN BLOOD STARTED FLOWING’FROM HER CALLOUSED HAND AND |
IT HURT ME |
SHE’D JUST KEEP WORKING’TRYING’TO HELP THE OLD MAN |
TO THE END OF ONE ROW AND BACK AGAIN LIKE ALWAYS |
SHE’S BEEN THROUGH HELL SINCE JUNIOR WENT TO JAIL |
WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT SHE AIN’T NEVER FAILED |
TO GET DOWN ON HER KNEES AND PRAY |
BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM |
TOLD ALL THE NEIGHBORS HE WAS OFF IN THE WAR |
FIGHTING’FOR FREEDOM, |
HE’S GOOD TO THE CORE AND SHE’S PROUD |
NOW OUR PLACE WAS A GRAVEYARD FOR AUTOMOBILES |
AT THE END OF THE PORCH THERE WAS FOUR STACKS OF WHEELS |
AND TIRES FOR SALE FOR A DOLLAR OR TWO |
CASH |
THERE WAS FIFTY HOLES IN AN OLD TIN ROOF |
ME AND MY FAMILY WE WAS LIVING’PROOF |
THE 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 OLE OPRY, |
AND I’VE MET JOHNNY CASH |
IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, I’LL KISS YOUR ASS |
I’M THINKING TONIGHT OF MY BLUE EYES |
CONCERNING THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD |
I DIDN’T KNOW GOD MADE HONKY-TONK ANGELS |
AND WENT BACK TO THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE |