Paroles de la chanson Country On It par Justin Moore

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Paroles de la chanson Country On It par Justin Moore

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
Like a name on a shirt
Don't forget where 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
Rub a little country
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

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