Down Home Country Blues Lyrics

Ray Wylie Hubbard 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's got to
move her hips
Now she ain't much for the bluegrass fiddle, she likes
that bottleneck slide
A little kick with a lot of bottom and let the
resonator take the ride
So listen up, lookie here, I'm talking' bout them
country blues,

Now you take some Black Diamond heavies on a J45
Hit them chords and get that thump you downright
sanctified
Or you can take a lipstick pickup, play it through a
Fender tweed
Oh it's sweet …so sweet when it squeals, squalls and
bleeds

So listen up, lookie here, I'm talking' bout them
country blues,
Them down home country blues

You know I'm strong for the union and the rank and file
I talk with a southern drawl and still say honey child
Now 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, lookie here, I'm talking' bout them
country blues,
Them down home country blues