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Story behind the song
father/son
Lyrics
IF IT AINa€™T COUNTRY
(Jon Da€™Agostino/Scott Neubert) © 2010 (H) 615-383-1607 (C) 732-241-6188 lyricsmatter@aol.com www.soundclick.com/jondagostino
If it aina€™t country, why live it
If it aina€™t broke, why trya€™n fix it
You dona€™t mess with a recipe thata€™s in your blood
He was living in a small town since he was rocking in the cradle
And his daddy played nothina€™ but Haggard, Jones and Strait
Soon he was climbing up old oak trees
Swimming down to the bottom of the cold creeks
Driving his daddya€™s tractor makina€™ hay
Hit seventeen and yearned to reach out for those city lights
When daddy sat him down and said
a€œson, keep this on your minda€
If it aina€™t country, why live it
If it aina€™t broke, why trya€™n fix it
You dona€™t mess with a recipe thata€™s in your blood
If there aina€™t no down home cookina€™
Why even go a lookina€™
You can bet your life it aina€™t what youa€™re made of
Some folks may say Ia€™m wrong in a New York minute
But if it aina€™t country, why live it
Mama cried as the engine started, daddy handed him fifty dollars
Said a€œFill the tank and call from time to timea€
Pulled up to the filling station
Old man Johnsona€™s hands a wavina€™
Sayina€™ a€œson, it aina€™t too late to change your minda€
I once was young, and tried to run myself out of this town
Now I fix cars and count the stars every night when the sun goes down
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His tires felt like they were bouta€™ to drive off sacred ground
When he heard the wind, like some old friend sayina€™ a€œturn this truck arounda€
And his heart was homeward bounda€¦
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