| Sugar’s got some sweetness to it
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| As do my baby’s lips
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| And when she hears some ol' howlin' wolf
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| She got to move her hips
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| She ain’t much for the bluegrass fiddle
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| She likes that bottleneck slide
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| A little kick with a lot of bottom
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| Let the resonator take the ride
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| So listen up, oh, lookie here
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| I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues
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| Now you can take some Black Diamond strings
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| And put 'em on a J45
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| You hit them chords, you get that thump
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| You downright sanctified
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| Or you can take a lipstick pickup
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| And play it through a Fender tweed
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| Oh, it’s sweet, so goddamn sweet
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| When it squeals, squalls and bleeds
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| So listen up, oh, lookie here
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| I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues
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| Ohh, oh, them down home country blues
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| Now you know I’m strong for
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| The union and the rank and file
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| And I talk with a southern drawl
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| And I still say, honey, child
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| I’m partial to old hooker’s singing
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| 'Crawling King Snake'
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| And I say that Muddy Waters
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| Is as deep as William Blake
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| So listen up, yeah, lookie here
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| I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues
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| Oh, listen up, oh, lookie here
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| I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues
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| Ohh, oh, them down home country blues |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down Home Country Blues , by - Ray Wylie Hubbard. Song from the album A: Enlightenment B: Endarkenment (Hint: There Is No C), in the genre Кантри