My grandpappy was happy hillbilly
A holler-raised, blue-collar, dollar-made man
A t'bacc'r-stained smiler
A shiner in the dark
With a keep-it-real-heart and a commonsense plan
I loved how he said what he said sometimes
Whenever he found me down
With a laugh and that throwback Arkansas drawl
That you get from my hick town
He'd say
Rub a little country
Rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang
Dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country
Rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
It's a bow on a fiddle
It's whittling on hickory
It's a homemade bu*ter on cornbread thing
Getting back down to earth
Like a name on a shirt
Don't forget where you're from
If you know what I mean
When that city ain't looking so green
Rub a little country
Rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang
Dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country
Rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Aw, yeah
On that clean truck
On some "Life su*ks"
On that "Been there, done that. Now what?"
On that "Done you wrong"
On that shortcut home
On the radio before you turn it on
Rub a little country
Rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang
Dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country
Rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah