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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
