Good Country Song

Good Country Song - Blake Shelton

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

Cry laugh and pray

And drink til dawn

When I hear a good country

A good old country

A good country song