Country Soul Survivor

E A cowboy walks into a bar, with an old guitar B Pulls up the stage then he, counts off the beat The patrons there, they stop and stare They’ve never seen his boots in there So rare E And the cowboy sings E I get my kicks on rock and roll B I’ve got some country in my soul And I got my good looks from my momma And my redneck from up yonder E And my whiskey down the road I’ve been almost everywhere, man A Smoky is the freshest air I know B So here’s one for the fighter E The Country Soul Survivors rocking on E He took a verse to explain himself He said “I fought the devil and got a story to tell He left me for dead B And he broke my string But then Jesus came along And He told me sing this song And to dedicate it to the other black and blue E Sons of bitches just like me E I get my kicks on rock and roll B I’ve got some country in my soul And I got my good looks from my momma And my redneck from up yonder E And my whiskey down the road I’ve been almost everywhere, man A Smoky is the freshest air I know B So here’s one for the fighter E The Country Soul Survivors rocking on E E I get my kicks on rock and roll B I’ve got some country in my soul And I got my good looks from my momma And my redneck from up yonder E And my whiskey down the road I’ve been almost everywhere, man A Smoky is the freshest air I know B So here’s one for the fighter E The Country Soul Survivors rocking on