Text for song:
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 that station out in Tulsa came in clear
It was Earl 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 Vern and Alabama
I was learning bout those neon lights
Wasted Days and Wasted Nights
In honky-tonks from Texas to Montana
And when my fingers found the fret board
I'd 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
Cry and laugh and pray and drink till dawn
When I hear a good country
A good old country, a good country song