Spoken:
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars.
He got some in prison, and others in bars,
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime.
They looked like tombstones in our yard.
And I' never seen him when he wasn't tard{1} and mean.

He sold used parts to make ends meet,
Covered with grease from his head to his feet.
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat and mosquiters.
And the neighbors, they said we lived like hicks,
But they brung their cars for Pa to fix anyhow.

He was verteran proud, tried and true.
He'd fought till his heart was black and blue.
Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times.
He'd bought our house on the GI bill,
But it wasn't worth all he'd had to kill to get it.

He drank Pearl in a can and Jack Daniels Black.
Chewed tobacco from a mailpouch sack.
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes.
He'd git drunk and mean as a rattlesnake,
And there wasn't too much that he would take from a stranger.

Sung:
There was 13 kids and a bunch of dogs,
A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs,
I spent the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter.
Trying' like the devil to find the Lord,
Working like a nigger for my room and board,
Coal burnin' stove, no natural gas,
If that aint Country, I'll kiss your ass.

If that ain't Country, it'll hairlip the pope.
If that ain't Country, it's a damn good joke.
I've seen the Grand Ol' Opry, and I've met Johnny Cash.
If that ain't Country, I'll kiss your ass.

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Spoken:
Mamma sells eggs at the grocery store,
My older sister is a first rate whore.
Dad says she can't come home anymore and he means it.
Ma just sits and keeps her silence.
Sister she left 'cause dad got violent and he knows it.

Mamma she's old far beyond her time,
From choppin' tobacca, and I've seen her cryin',
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand and it hurt me.
She'd just keep workin' tryin' to help the old man.
To the end of one row and back again, like always.

She's been through hell since junior went to jail.
When the lights go out she ain't never failed,
To get down on her knees and pray beause she love him.
Told all the neighbors he was off in the war.
Fighting for freedom, he's good to the core and she's proud.

Now our place was a greaveyard for automobiles.
At the end of the porce was four stacks of wheels,
And tires for sale for a dollar or two, cash.

Sung:
There was 50 holes in our ol' tin roof.
Me and my family was livin' proof,
Of people who forgot about po' white trash,
And if that ain't Country, I'll kiss your ass.

If that ain't Country, it'll hairlip the pope.
If that ain't Country, it's a damn good joke.
I've seen the Grand Old Opry, and I met Johnny Cash.
If that ain't Country, I'll kiss your ass.

I'm thinkin' tonight of my blue eyes,
Concering the great speckled bird.
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
And went back to the wild side Of life.