Blake Shelton - Good Country Song Lyrics
Shotgun in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe smiled at me and said, "You shift the gears"He would search that FM dialAnd I would count down every mileTil the station out of Tulsa came in clearIt was old Thomas Conley on the radioIt punched me in the gut, man, it rattled my soulI'm talking bout a good country songMakes you smile, makes you hurtLeaves you hanging on every wordA good country songMakes you love, makes you leaveRaise some hell or hit your kneesAll I know is I think of homeGrab my guitar and strum alongKick on back and sip me something strongWhen I hear a good country songWhile hip-hop, rap, and rock were coolI was in my basement getting schooledOn George and Keith and Vernon AlabamaI was learning bout those neon lightsWasted days and wasted nightsAnd honky-tonks from Texas to MontanaAnd when my fingers found the fret boardI close my eyes and singI swear that beat up guitar only played one thingI'm talking bout a good country songMakes you smile, makes you hurtLeaves you hanging on every wordA good country songMakes you love, makes you leaveRaise some hell or hit your kneesAll I know is I think of homeGrab my guitar and strum alongKick on back and sip me something strongWhen I hear a good country songYeah, it makes me think of days long goneMiss my dad and call my momRun, laugh, and pray, and drink til dawnWhen I hear a good countryA good old country, a good country song
