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If That Ain't Country

David Allan Coe
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David Allan Coe

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The old man was covered with 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 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
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat
and mosquiters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But the brung their cars for Pa to fix
Anyhow
He was veteran-proud tried and true
He'd fought until 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 i wasn't worth all he had to kill
To git 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 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 cuttin' up logs for 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 harelip 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

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 choppin' tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand
And it hurt me
She'd just keep on workin' tryin' 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 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
Fightin' for freedom, he's good to the core
And she's proud
Now our house 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 was livin' 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 harelip 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 thinkin' tonight of my blue eyes
Concerning the grey speckled bird
I didn't know God made honky-tonk angels
And went back to the wild side of life

Contributed by Anonymous - 2011/5/12 - 05:04




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