Chords for If That Ain't Country (I'll Kiss Your Sss)
Tempo:
82.775 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
F
Bb
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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This is a song I wrote about my father, Donald Mahan Coe Jr.
My daddy passed away on August the 9th, seven years ago.
father.
[Eb] got some in prison and others in bars.
[Bb] daytime.
[Eb] yard, and I never [F] seen him when he wasn't [Bb] tired and mean.
Well, he sold used parts to make ends meet.
to his feet.
My daddy passed away on August the 9th, seven years ago.
father.
[Eb] got some in prison and others in bars.
[Bb] daytime.
[Eb] yard, and I never [F] seen him when he wasn't [Bb] tired and mean.
Well, he sold used parts to make ends meet.
to his feet.
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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 [Eb] got some in prison and others in bars.
[F] And the rest he got working on old junk cars in the [Bb] daytime.
_ _ Now, they looked like tombstones in our [Eb] yard, and I never [F] seen him when he wasn't [Bb] tired and mean. _ _ _
Well, he sold used parts to make ends meet.
[Eb] Covered with grease from his head to his feet.
[F] Cussing the sweat and the Texas heat and the [Bb] skeeters. _
_ And the neighbors said we lived like hicks, [Eb] but they brung their [F] cars for my pa to [Bb] fix anyhow.
_ _ _ Well, he was veteran proud, tried and true.
[Eb] He fought till his heart was black and blue.
[F]
And I don't know how he made it through the hard times. _ _
He bought our house on a GI bill, [Eb] but it wasn't worth [F] all he had to kill [Bb] to get it.
_ _ He drank Pearl in a can, Jack Daniels black.
[Eb] Chewed the backie from a mail pouch sack.
[F] And he had an old dog that was trained to [Bb] attack sometimes.
_ Well, he'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake.
[Eb] There wasn't too [F] much that he would take [Bb] from a stranger. _
_ [Eb] There was 13 [F] kids and a bunch of dogs.
A house full of [Eb] chickens and a yard full of hogs.
Spent the summertime cutting [Bb] up logs for the winter.
_ _ [Eb] Trying like the devil [F] to find the [Bb] Lord.
Working like a slave [Eb] from a room full [Cm] of coal-burned sheds.
The farmstow's no natural gas, and if [F] that ain't country, I'll [Bb] kiss your ass.
_ If that ain't country, [F] _ [Bb] it'll hair lift the Pope.
_ [Eb] If that ain't country, [F] it's [Bb] a damn good joke.
_ I've been [Eb] on the Grand [F] Boulevard, [Bb] and I know Johnny [Eb] Cash. _ _
_ _ _ And if he ain't [F] country, _ I'll [Bb] kiss your ass.
_ Well, my mama sold eggs at a grocery store, [Eb] and my oldest sister was a first-rate whore.
[F] My daddy said she couldn't come home anymore, and he [Bb] meant it.
_ _ Now, Mama, she was old, far beyond her time.
And her hair was gray, and I've seen her crying.
She was [F] talking about Junior, said he was [Bb] dying in prison.
_ Why, she told all the neighbors he was off to the [Eb] war.
He was fighting for courage.
He [F] was good to the Corps, and [Bb] she was proud.
_ Now, our house was a graveyard for automobiles.
[Eb] And around the porch was a bunch of old wheels and [F] some used Harley-Davidson parts
that we sold for [Bb] cash.
_ [Eb] There was 50 holes [F] and an old tin rig.
[Bb] Me and my family [Eb] was living proof.
[Cm] And everybody called me old poor white trash, and if that ain't country,
[Bb] I'll kiss your ass.
_ [Eb] If that ain't country, _ [Bb] it'll hair lift the Pope.
_ If that ain't country, [F] it's a [Bb] damn good joke.
I've [Eb] been on the [F] Grand Boulevard, [Bb] and I know [Eb] Johnny Cash.
Mmm, _ _ and if he [F] ain't country, _ _ [Bb] I'll kiss your ass.
_ And I'm dreaming now out [Eb] of my blue eyes, _ [F] concerning the gray [Bb] speckled bird.
I didn't know God made honky [Eb]-tonk angels.
And [F] went back to the wild side [Bb] of life that I believe. _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
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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 [Eb] got some in prison and others in bars.
[F] And the rest he got working on old junk cars in the [Bb] daytime.
_ _ Now, they looked like tombstones in our [Eb] yard, and I never [F] seen him when he wasn't [Bb] tired and mean. _ _ _
Well, he sold used parts to make ends meet.
[Eb] Covered with grease from his head to his feet.
[F] Cussing the sweat and the Texas heat and the [Bb] skeeters. _
_ And the neighbors said we lived like hicks, [Eb] but they brung their [F] cars for my pa to [Bb] fix anyhow.
_ _ _ Well, he was veteran proud, tried and true.
[Eb] He fought till his heart was black and blue.
[F]
And I don't know how he made it through the hard times. _ _
He bought our house on a GI bill, [Eb] but it wasn't worth [F] all he had to kill [Bb] to get it.
_ _ He drank Pearl in a can, Jack Daniels black.
[Eb] Chewed the backie from a mail pouch sack.
[F] And he had an old dog that was trained to [Bb] attack sometimes.
_ Well, he'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake.
[Eb] There wasn't too [F] much that he would take [Bb] from a stranger. _
_ [Eb] There was 13 [F] kids and a bunch of dogs.
A house full of [Eb] chickens and a yard full of hogs.
Spent the summertime cutting [Bb] up logs for the winter.
_ _ [Eb] Trying like the devil [F] to find the [Bb] Lord.
Working like a slave [Eb] from a room full [Cm] of coal-burned sheds.
The farmstow's no natural gas, and if [F] that ain't country, I'll [Bb] kiss your ass.
_ If that ain't country, [F] _ [Bb] it'll hair lift the Pope.
_ [Eb] If that ain't country, [F] it's [Bb] a damn good joke.
_ I've been [Eb] on the Grand [F] Boulevard, [Bb] and I know Johnny [Eb] Cash. _ _
_ _ _ And if he ain't [F] country, _ I'll [Bb] kiss your ass.
_ Well, my mama sold eggs at a grocery store, [Eb] and my oldest sister was a first-rate whore.
[F] My daddy said she couldn't come home anymore, and he [Bb] meant it.
_ _ Now, Mama, she was old, far beyond her time.
And her hair was gray, and I've seen her crying.
She was [F] talking about Junior, said he was [Bb] dying in prison.
_ Why, she told all the neighbors he was off to the [Eb] war.
He was fighting for courage.
He [F] was good to the Corps, and [Bb] she was proud.
_ Now, our house was a graveyard for automobiles.
[Eb] And around the porch was a bunch of old wheels and [F] some used Harley-Davidson parts
that we sold for [Bb] cash.
_ [Eb] There was 50 holes [F] and an old tin rig.
[Bb] Me and my family [Eb] was living proof.
[Cm] And everybody called me old poor white trash, and if that ain't country,
[Bb] I'll kiss your ass.
_ [Eb] If that ain't country, _ [Bb] it'll hair lift the Pope.
_ If that ain't country, [F] it's a [Bb] damn good joke.
I've [Eb] been on the [F] Grand Boulevard, [Bb] and I know [Eb] Johnny Cash.
Mmm, _ _ and if he [F] ain't country, _ _ [Bb] I'll kiss your ass.
_ And I'm dreaming now out [Eb] of my blue eyes, _ [F] concerning the gray [Bb] speckled bird.
I didn't know God made honky [Eb]-tonk angels.
And [F] went back to the wild side [Bb] of life that I believe. _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
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