Yea I got a friend from New York City, He's never heard of Conway Twitty, Don't know nothing bout grits and greens, Never been south of Queens, But he flew down here on a business trip, I took him honky-tonking 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 banging and the fiddle saws, You can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, Ain't nothing wrong just gettin on your Hillbilly bone-ba-bone bone
Now you ain't got to 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 got a little shine, When it feels so right that it can't 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 banging and the fiddle saws, You can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, Ain't nothing wrong just getting on your Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside No matter where you from you just can't hide it, When the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, You can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, Ain't nothing wrong just getting on your Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone