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Shotgun in my Daddy's truck
Eight years old and acting tough
He smiled at me and said, "You shift the gears"
He would search that FM dial
And I would count down every mile
"Till the station out of Corpus came in clear
It was ol' Alan Jackson on the radio
It punched me in the gut man
It rattled my soul
I'm talking 'bout a good country song
Makes you smile, makes you hurt
Leaves you hanging on every word
A good country song
Makes you love, makes you leave
Raise some hell or hit your knees
All I know is I think of home
Grab my guitar and strum along
Kick on back and sip me something strong
When I hear a good country song
While hip-hop, rap and rock were cool
I was in my basement getting schooled
On George and Keith and Garth and Johnny Lee
I was learning 'bout those neon lights
Wasted days and wasted nights
And honkytonks from Texas to Tennessee
And when my fingers found the fretboard
I close my eyes sing
I swear that beat up guitar
Only played one thing
I'm talking 'bout a good country song
Makes you smile, makes you hurt
Leaves you hanging on every word
A good country song
Makes you love, makes you leave
Raise some hell or hit your knees
All I know is I think of home
Grab my guitar and strum along
Kick on back and sip me something strong
When I hear a good country song
Yeah, it makes me think of days long gone
Miss my dad and call my mom
Cry and laugh and pray and drink 'till dawn
When I hear a good country
A good 'ol country
A good country song
