Back in the country out passed the county line Banjo pickin’ just sippin’ on that moonshine Coon huntin’ and late nights, four-wheeling Fast lovin’ in Trans Am with tires squealing.
I never cared too much for the big towns I like them county fairs and summer hoedowns In them hills back home is where the party’s jumpin’ Take a ride with me and son, I’ll show you something.
(1st Chorus) I like my living just a little bit rowdy I take my women just a little too loud I play my music just a little bit country Hangin’ out with a hillbilly crowd Now, some may say I’m the last of a dying breed I’m just a hayseed.
When I go out people staring up at my girl In them denim skirts just puffin’ on a Marlboro She comes from Georgia raised on beans and barbecue Looking good in her boots and bulldog tattoo.
Never had a itchin’ for the city life She’d rather run with me beneath the moonlight The weekend comes we’re looking for a good time She winks at me, hell no, I don’t mind.
(2nd Chorus) I like my living just a little bit rowdy I take my women just a little too loud I play my music just a little bit country Getting down with that hillbilly crowd Now, some may say I’m the last of a dying breed I’m just a hayseed.
Bass fishin’, parkin’ and a cow tippin’ Mud boggin’ and moonlight, a skinny dippin’.
(3rd Chorus) I like my living just a little bit rowdy I take my women just a little too loud I play my music just a little bit country Raisin’ hell with that hillbilly crowd Now, some may say I’m the last of a dying breed I’m just a hayseed.