My grandpappy was happy hillbilly
A holler-raised, blue-collar, dollar-made man
Tobacco stained smiler
A shiner in the dark
With a keep-it-real-heart and a commonsense plan
I loved how he said what he said sometimes
Whenever he found me down
With a laugh and [Bm]that throwback Arkansas drawl
That you [A7get from my [A]hick town, he'd say
Rub a little countɾy, ɾub a little countɾy
Rub a little countɾy on [C7]it
Yeah, like [F]jaw chaw on [C7]a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, ɾub a little countɾy, ɾub a little countɾy
Rub a little countɾy on [C7]it
It's a bow on [C7]a fiddle
It's whittling on [C7]hickory
It's a homemade butter on [C7]cornbread thing
Getting back down to [C7]earth
Like a name on [C7]a shirt
Don't forget where you're from
If you [A7know what I mean
When that city ain't looking so green
Rub a little countɾy, ɾub a little countɾy
Rub a little countɾy on [C7]it
Yeah, like [F]jaw chaw on [C7]a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, ɾub a little countɾy on [C7]it, aw yeah
On that clean tɾuck
On some life sucks
On that been there, done that, now what?
On that done you [A7wrong
On that shortcut home
On the ɾadio before you [A7turn it on
Rub a little countɾy, ɾub a little countɾy
Rub a little countɾy on [C7]it
Yeah, like [F]jaw chaw on [C7]a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Rub a little countɾy, ɾub a little countɾy
Rub a little countɾy on [C7]it, yeah
