Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of Conway Twitty
Don't know nothin' 'bout grits and greens
Never been south of Queens
But he flew down here on a business trip
I took him honky tonkin' and that was it
He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cud
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can’t hide it
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can’t help but hollerin', Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes
Ain’t nothin' wrong, just gettin' on
Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Nah, you ain’t gotta be born out in the sticks
With a F-150 and a 30-06,
Or have a bubba in the family tree
To get on down with me
Yea bubba all you need is an open mind
If it fires you up you gotta let it shine
When it feels so right that it cant be wrong
Come on, come on, come on
You ain't alone, you ain't alone
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can’t hide it
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can’t help but hollerin', Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes
Ain’t nothin' wrong, just gettin' on
Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
[Instrumental]
Come on y’all
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can’t hide it
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can’t help but hollerin', Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes
Ain’t nothin' wrong, just gettin' on
Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone
