Oh man, you’ve gotta watch where you’re stepping around hereYeah I got a friend in New York CityHe’s never heard of Connway TwittyDon’t know nothing about grits and greensNever been south of QueensBut he flew down here on a business tripI took him honky tonkin’ and that was itHe took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cudWe all got a hillbilly bone down deep insideNo matter where you from you just can’t hide itAnd when the band starts banging and the fiddle sawsYou can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!When you see them pretty little country queensMan you gotta admit that’s in them genesAin’t nothing wrong, just getting on your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-boneNah, you ain’t gotta be born out in the sticksWith an F-150 and a 30-06,Or have a bubba in the family treeTo get on down with meAll you need is an open mindIf it fires you up you gotta let it shineWhen it feels so right that it cant be wrongCome on, come on, come onWe all got a hillbilly bone down deep insideNo matter where you from you just can’t hideAnd when the band starts banging and the fiddle sawsYou can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!When you see them pretty little country queensMan you gotta admit that’s in them genesAin’t nothing wrong, just getting on your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone(Instrumental)Come on y’allWe all got a hillbilly bone down deep insideNo matter where you from you just can’t hideAnd when the band starts banging and the fiddle sawsYou can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!When you see them pretty little country queensMan you gotta admit that’s in them genesAin’t nothing wrong, just getting on your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-boneHillbilly done ba-bone ba-bone boneHillbilly done ba-bone ba-bone bone |