Текст песни Blake Shelton - Good country 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
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