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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

Til the station out of Tulsa came in clear

It was old Thomas Conley 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 Vernon Alabama

I was learning bout those neon lights

Wasted days and wasted nights

And honky-tonks from Texas to Montana

And when my fingers found the fret board

I close my eyes and 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

Run, laugh, and pray, and drink til dawn

When I hear a good country

A good old country, a good country song