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LYRICS: (Verse 1) If it ain't heartbreak tearin' at your seams, Ain't a tear in your beer 'neath neon dreams, If it ain't cheatin' that cuts like a knife, Or a mama's prayer whispered through the strife— It ain't country, no, it just won't do, Without the hurt that pulls you on through. (Chorus) It ain't country if it ain't the blues, Ain't a dirt road callin' with worn-out boots, Unless it's whiskey burnin' down your throat, Or a pickup truck haulin' what little hope, If it ain't losin' more than you ever win, Darlin', it ain't country—let the real singin' begin. (Verse 2) If it ain't hard times knockin' at your door, Ain't a Friday night fight on a barroom floor, Unless it's ramblin' hearts that never stay, Or a faithful dog waitin' at the end of the day— It ain't country, it's just some shiny lie, Without the grit that makes a good man cry. (Verse 3) If it ain't blood on the saddle from a rodeo fall, Ain't a front porch swingin' with stories tall, Unless it's calloused hands from a nine-to-five grind, Or kinfolk gatherin' 'round what the good Lord designed— It ain't country, it's hollow and thin, Without the roots that hold you when the storm rolls in. (Chorus) It ain't country if it ain't the blues, Ain't a dirt road callin' with worn-out boots, Unless it's whiskey burnin' down your throat, Or a pickup truck haulin' what little hope, If it ain't losin' more than you ever win, Darlin', it ain't country—let the real singin' begin. (Bridge) Now, if it ain't prison bars or a freight train's wail, Ain't a lover's goodbye on a fadin' trail, Unless it's prayin' for rain on a farmer's field, Or steel guitars weepin' what the heart can't yield— It ain't country, pure and simple truth, It's the rough and tumble that defines our youth. (Outro) Yeah, it ain't country... unless it's all of that, The lows and the lonesome, tip your hat.