Ray Wylie Hubbard - Down Home Country Blues lyrics

Sugar's got some sweetness to it As do my baby's lips And when she hears some ol' howlin' wolf She got to move her hips She ain't much for the bluegra** fiddle She likes that bottleneck slide A little kick with a lot of bottom Let the resonator take the ride So listen up, oh, lookie here I'm talkin' 'bout them country blues Now you can take some Black Diamond strings And put 'em on a J45 You hit them chords, you get that thump You downright sanctified Or you can take a lipstick pickup And play it through a Fender tweed Oh, it's sweet, so goddamn sweet When it squeals, squalls and bleeds So listen up, oh, lookie here I'm talkin' 'bout them country blues Ohh, oh, them down home country blues Now you know I'm strong for The union and the rank and file And I talk with a southern drawl And I still say, honey, child I'm partial to old hooker's singing 'Crawling King Snake' And I say that Muddy Waters Is as deep as William Blake So listen up, yeah, lookie here I'm talkin' 'bout them country blues Oh, listen up, oh, lookie here I'm talkin' 'bout them country blues Ohh, oh, them down home country blues