If That Ain't Country (I'll Kiss Your Sss)

This is a song I wrote about my father, Donald Mahan Coe Jr
 My daddy passed away on August the 9th, seven years ago
 This is a song about my father
 Well, the old man was covered with tattoos and scars
 He got some in prison and others in bars
 And the rest he got working on old junk cars in the daytime
 Now they looked like tombstones in our yard
 And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
 Well, 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 mosquitoes
 And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
 But they brum their cars for my pa to fix anyhow
 While he was veteran proud, tried and true
 He fought 'til his heart was black and blue
 And I don't know how he made it through the hard times
 He bought our house on a GI bill
 But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to get it
 He drank Pearl in a can, Jack Daniel's black
 Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
 And he had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
 While he'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
 Never wasn't too much that he would take from a stranger
 I was 13 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
 Trying like the devil to find the Lord
 Working like a slave for my room and board
 Cold burning stoves, no natural gas
 And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
 If that ain't country, it'll hair lift the pope
 If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke
 I've been on the grand old Opry
 And I know Johnny Cash
 And if he ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
 Well, my mama sold eggs at a grocery store
 And my oldest sister was a first-rate whore
 My daddy said she couldn't come home anymore, and he meant it
 Now, mama, she was old, far beyond her time
 And her hair was gray, and I've seen her crying
 She was talking about Junior, said he was dying in prison
 Why, she told all the neighbors he was off to the war
 He was fighting for courage, he was good to the core, and she was proud
 Now, our house was a graveyard for automobile
 And around the porch was a bunch of old wheels
 And some used Harley-Davidson parts that we sold for cash
 There was 50 holes and an old tin roof
 Me and my family was living proof
 And everybody called me old poor white trash
 And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
 If that ain't country, it'll hair lift the pope
 If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke
 I've been on the Grand Ole Opry
 And I know Johnny Cash, mmm
 And if he ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
 And I'm dreaming tonight of my blue eyes
 And turning to gray speckled birds
 I didn't know God made honky-tonk angels
 And went back to the wild side of life
 That a little late