Down Home Country Blues

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