If That Ain't Country

The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
 He got some in prison and others in bars
 The rest he got working on old junk cars
 In the daytime
 They looked like tombstones in our yard
 And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
 He sold used parts to make ends meet
 Covered with grease from his head to his feet
 Cussing the sweat and the Texas heat
 And mosquitos
 And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
 But they brung their cars for pa to fix anyhow
 He was veteran-proud, tried and true
 He'd fought 'till his heart was black and blue
 Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times
 He bought our house on the G.I. bill
 But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to get it
 He drank Pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black
 Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
 Had an old dog that was trained to attack
 Sometimes
 He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
 There wasn't too much
 That he would take from a stranger
 There were thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs
 A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs
 I spent the summertime cutting up logs for the winter
 Tryin' like the devil to find the lord
 Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
 Coal-burnin' stove, no natural gas
 If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
 If that ain't country
 It'll hair lip the pope
 If that ain't country
 It's a damn good joke
 I've seen the Grand Ole Opry
 And I've met Johnny Cash
 If that ain't country
 I'll kiss your ass
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 Mama sells eggs at a grocery store
 My oldest sister is a first-rate whore
 Dad says she can't come home anymore
 He means it
 Ma just sits and keeps her silence
 Sister, she left 'cause dad got violent
 And he knows it
 Mama she's old, far beyond her time
 From chopping tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
 When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand
 And it hurt me
 She'd just keep working, tryin' to help the old man
 To the end of one row and back again like always
 She's been through hell since Junior went to jail
 When the lights go out she ain't never failed
 To get down on her knees and pray
 Because she loves him
 Told all the neighbors he was off in the war
 Fighting for freedom
 He's good to the core and she's proud
 Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
 At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels
 And tires for sale for a dollar or two
 Cash
 There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
 Me and my family we was living proof
 The people who forgot about poor white trash
 And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
 If that ain't country
 It'll hair lip the pope
 If that ain't country
 It's a damn good joke
 I've seen the Grand Ole Opry
 And I've met Johnny Cash
 If that ain't country
 I'll kiss your ass
 I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
 Concerning the great speckled bird
 I didn't know god made honky-tonk angels
 And went back to the wild side of life