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