David Allan Coe - If That Ain't Country (Part 2) lyrics

Well I'm just an old man now covered with scars Most of them I got fightin' in them redneck bars And A bunch of brand new tattoos that Squench put on me He covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe And I wasn't famous then and I wasn't free You know I grew up in a three room run down shack At the foot of the hill by the railroad track Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down My daddy worked at the Goodyear tire and rubber company And he worked on cars My momma went to church and my daddy went to bars Most people just called it the hillbilly part of town I had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen I painted it red cause I was still green Hell I couldn't even afford to buy it gas Had a .410 rifle and a bowie knife to Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew And we'd count the cars when the trains went past And if that ain't country i'll kiss your a** Chorus If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope If that ain't country it's a damn good joke I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash And if he ain't country i'll kiss your a** You know one of my sisters was a lady of the night Then one day she saw the light Now she don't do those things that she used to do She never made the funeral when my daddy died I said I'd forgive her but I guess I lied Cause there ain't no way to hide the way that I feel Me and my brothers took our sister Diane Down to the funeral home to see the old man Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one Jack and Ray was in the middle and then there was me And I'm the one that turned 23 And grew up to be that yankee's rebel son Times are changing I heard Bob Dylan say It's been fifteen now since my father pa**ed away But I can still picture him in his overalls Standin' around the house where he made his deals Around the porch there was a bunch of old wheels And some used Harley Davidson parts that he sold for cash There was fifty holes in an old tin roof Me and my family was livin' proof Everybody called us old poor white trash And if that ain't country i'll kiss your a** Chorus If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope If that ain't country it's a damn good joke I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash And if he ain't country i'll kiss your a** And if that ain't country i'll kiss your a** And if that ain't country i'll kiss your a**