Down Home Country Blues - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Sugar’s got some sweetness to it

As do my baby’s lips

And when she hears some ol' howlin' wolf

She got to move her hips

She ain’t much for the bluegrass fiddle

She likes that bottleneck slide

A little kick with a lot of bottom

Let the resonator take the ride

So listen up, oh, lookie here

I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues

Now you can take some Black Diamond strings

And put 'em on a J45

You hit them chords, you get that thump

You downright sanctified

Or you can take a lipstick pickup

And play it through a Fender tweed

Oh, it’s sweet, so goddamn sweet

When it squeals, squalls and bleeds

So listen up, oh, lookie here

I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues

Ohh, oh, them down home country blues

Now you know I’m strong for

The union and the rank and file

And I talk with a southern drawl

And I still say, honey, child

I’m partial to old hooker’s singing

'Crawling King Snake'

And I say that Muddy Waters

Is as deep as William Blake

So listen up, yeah, lookie here

I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues

Oh, listen up, oh, lookie here

I’m talkin' 'bout them country blues

Ohh, oh, them down home country blues