Capo: 4th fret
[Intro]
D Bm Em D
[Verse 1]
D A
My grandpappy was a happy hillbilly
G
A holler-raised, blue-collar, dollar-made man
D
A t'bacc'r-stained smiler
A
A shiner in the dark
G
With a keep-it-real-heart and a commonsense plan
A
I loved how he said what he said sometimes
G
Whenever he found me down
A
With a laugh and that throwback Arkansas drawl
G
That you get from my hick town
G
He'd say
[Chorus]
D
Rub a little country
A
Rub a little country
G
Rub a little country on it
D
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang
A
Dirt dauber sting
G
By God doggone it
D
Yeah, rub a little country
A
Rub a little country
G
Rub a little country on it
[Verse 2]
D
It's a bow on a fiddle
A
It's whittling on hickory
G
It's a homemade butter on cornbread thing
D
Getting back down to earth
A
Like a name on a shirt
G
Don't forget where you're from
G
If you know what I mean
A
When that city ain't looking so green
[Chorus]
D
Rub a little country
A
Rub a little country
G
Rub a little country on it
D
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang
A
Dirt dauber sting
G
By God doggone it
D
Yeah, rub a little country on it
A G
Aw, yeah
[Bridge]
D
On that clean truck
A
On some "Life sucks"
G
On that "Been there, done that. Now what?"
D
On that "Done you wrong"
A
On that shortcut home
G N.C.
On the radio before you turn it on
[Chorus]
D
Rub a little country
A
Rub a little country
G
Rub a little country on it
D
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang
A
Dirt dauber sting
G
By God doggone it
D
Yeah, rub a little country
A
Rub a little country
G
Rub a little country on it
G
Yeah
[Outro]
D A G D
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 that throwback Arkansas drawl
That you get from my hick town, he'd say
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
It's a bow on a fiddle
It's whittling on hickory
It's a homemade butter on cornbread thing
Getting back down to earth
Like a name on a shirt
Don't forget where you're from
If you know what I mean
When that city ain't looking so green
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country on it, aw yeah
On that clean truck
On some life sucks
On that been there, done that, now what?
On that done you wrong
On that shortcut home
On the radio before you turn it on
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it, yeah
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