Country On It

My grandpappy was happy hillbilly

A holler-raised, blue-collar, dollar-made man

A t'bacc'r-stained smiler

A shiner in the dark

With a keep-it-real-heart and a common sense plan

I loved how he said what he said sometimes

Whenever he found me down

With a laugh and that throwback Arkansas drawl

That you get from my hick town

He'd say

Rub a little country

Rub a little country

Rub a little country on it

Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang

Dirt dauber sting

By God doggone it

Yeah, rub a little country

Rub a little country

Rub a little country on it

It's a bow on a fiddle

It's whittling on hickory

It's a homemade butter on cornbread thing

Getting back down to earth

Likе a name on a shirt

Don't forget wherе you're from

If you know what I mean

When that city ain't looking so green

Rub a little country

Rub a little country

Rub a little country on it

Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang

Dirt dauber sting

By God doggone it

Yeah, rub a little country on it

Aw, yeah

On that clean truck

On some "Life sucks"

On that "Been there, done that. Now what?"

On that "Done you wrong"

On that shortcut home

On the radio before you turn it on

Rub a little country

Rub a little country

Rub a little country on it

Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang

Dirt dauber sting

By God doggone it

Yeah, rub a little country

Rub a little country

Rub a little country on it

Yeah