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