"If That Ain't Country, Pt. 2" lyrics - DAVID ALLAN COE

But I'm just an old man now, covered with scars
Most of 'em I got fightin' in them redneck bars
And a bunch of new tattoos that Squench put on me

Well he covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago
Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe
And I wasn't famous then, and I wasn't free

Well I grew up in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the mountain by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down

My daddy worked the coal mines, and he worked on cars
And momma went to church, and daddy'd go to bars
Well most folks just called it the hillbilly part of town

We had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen
I painted it red, but I was still green
Shit I couldn't even afford to buy it gas

I had a .410 rifle and a bowie knife too
Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew
And we'd count the cars when the trains went past
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 been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"

Well one of my sisters was a lady of the night
And then one day she saw the light
Now she don't do those things that she used to do

She never made the funeral when daddy died
I said I'd forgive her but I guess I lied
There's just no way to hide the way that I feel

Now me and my brothers took our sister Diane
Down to the funeral home to see the old man
Jimmy was the oldest and Diane was the youngest one

Now Ray was in the middle and then there was me
And I'm the one at 23, who grew up to be
That yankee's rebel son

Now times are changin' I've heard folks say
And it's been ten years since my daddy passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls

Covered with grease, from his head to his feet
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat
And mosquitoes

Standin' by the house where he made his deals
And around the porch there was a bunch of old wheels
And some used Harley Davidson parts that he sold for cash

There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family was livin' proof
A perfect example of 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 been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"

And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"
And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"

[As heard on other live performances:]

Well I'm just an old man now covered with scars
Most of them I got fightin' in them redneck bars
And a bunch of brand new tattoos that Squench put on me

You know he covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago
Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe
And I wasn't famous then, and I wasn't free

You know I grew up in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down

My daddy worked at the Goodyear tire and rubber company and he worked on cars
My momma went to church and my daddy went to bars
Most people just called it the hillbilly part of town

I had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen
I painted it red 'cause I was still green
Hell I couldn't even afford to buy it gas

Had a.410 rifle and a bowie knife too
Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew
And we'd count the cars when the trains went past
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 been on the Grand Ole Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country, I'll kiss your ass

You know one of my sisters was a lady of the night
And then one day she saw the light
Now she don't do those things that she used to do

She never made the funeral when my daddy died
I said I'd forgive her but I guess I lied
'Cause there ain't no way to hide, the way that I feel

Now me and my brothers took our sister Diane
Down to the funeral home to see the old man
Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one

Jack and Ray was in the middle and then there was me
And I'm the one that turned 23
And grew up to be, that yankee's rebel son

Times are changin' I heard Bob Dylan say
It's been fifteen now since my father passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls

Standin' 'round the house where he made his deals
'Round the porch there was a bunch of old wheels
And some used Harley Davidson parts that he sold for cash

There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family was livin' proof
Everybody called us old 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 been on the Grand Ole Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"

And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"
And if that ain't country, what "I'll kiss your ass"