"Down Home Country Blues" lyrics

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 strings on a J45
You 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 goddamn 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
And I talk with a southern drawl and I still say honey child
Now I'm partial to old hooker's singing "Crawling King Snake"
And I can 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
Ahh, listen up, lookie here, I'm talking 'bout them country blues
Them down home country blues