If That Ain’t Country David Allan Coe

[Verse 1]
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' 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 the skeeters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But they brung their cars for paw to fix anyhow
He was veteran-proud, tried and true
He'd fight 'til 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
And there wasn't too much
That he would take from a stranger