A cowboy walks into a bar, with an old guitar
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
And the cowboy sings
I get my kicks on rock and roll
I've got some country in my soul
And I got my good looks from my momma
And my redneck from up yonder
And my whiskey down the road
I've been almost everywhere, man
Smoky is the freshest air I know
So here's one for the fighter
The Country Soul Survivors rocking on
He took a verse to explain himself
He said "I fought the devil and got a story to tell
He left me for dead
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
Sonsofbitches just like me
I get my kicks on rock and roll
I've got some country in my soul
And I got my good looks from my momma
And my redneck from up yonder
And my whiskey down the road
I've been almost everywhere, man
Smoky is the freshest air I know
So here's one for the fighter
The Country Soul Survivors rocking on
I get my kicks on rock and roll
I've got some country in my soul
And I got my good looks from my momma
And my redneck from up yonder
And my whiskey down the road
I've been almost everywhere, man
Smoky is the freshest air I know
So here's one for the fighter
The Country Soul Survivors rocking on