I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. City folks got worries, A country boy got none All I wanna be is the daddy of a farmer's son Subdivisions are silly, I wanna be a hillbilly. I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. When I get finished plowin' I'm gonna go to the pond And take my sweet baby And have some good clean fun You gotta work, that's a pity I'm gonna be a hillbilly. I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. When I die, throw me a big fine wake And have a party in the barn Let me lie in state Plant me under that oak tree I wanna be a hillbilly I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. Subdivisions are silly I wanna be a hillbilly.

Let the BandPlay Church, Church, Church, Church Church, Church, Church, Church I am the redneck, bitch (Ha) Hillbilly, hillbilly Hillbilly, hillbilly (Hey) Hillbilly, hillbilly (Yeah) Hill-hill-hill-hill-hill-hill-hill-hill Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Came from the bottom like well water, bitch Six string, quick pickin', what's good motherfucker? Rebel flag bandana, chromed out Harley Davidson Damn, motherfucker (Hillbilly, hillbilly) I stay all up in the lime light, higher than a damn kite Might be sippin' whiskey tryna start me up a bar fight On MTV with a torch light sparkin' up a blunt While I'm playin' with some tannerite, bitch I'm the bare foot rapper Er'body keepin' distance from You hear my name, you know I don't play What the fuck I'm 'bout, and where I came from I know a lot of rednecks, know a lot of real thugs Know a lot of hillbillies totin' scraped off guns Know a lot of motherfuckers in the hollars where I'm from With a huge pig farm, no fingers, no thumbs Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Beer bottle to your head to the beat of my kick drum Raised in the south, rough hands with slick tongues Ain't no shit starter but bitch, come and get some Sippin' on diesel out of a five gallon milk jug Middle finger kinda guy Packin' me a big ass 1911 Truck so motherfuckin' loud God could probably hear that shit way up in heaven I'm the guy these wannabes rap about In damn near all their weak verses Got that fire like a devil, son But you know I'm accepted in all churches Death to these weak rappers Hit the studio in a black hearse Bitch, I'm sick like Zika virus I'm the king now sum' bitch, close the curtain Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) I don't care if you don't like me, shit you could bite me In a Facebook beef, if you wanna come and fight me Don't like buttin' heads, I get down like a bull Stick my thumb in your head and demolish your skull Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh yeah) Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly

F250 with a daisy on the dash God, guns, country bumper sticker on the back Throwback bell rangin' britches fit like a Friday night Mama's got chicken popping in the Crisco Daddy prays for rain, so the green money grows (green money) Barefoot barbed wire boondocks 'til I tie-dye Hillbilly hippie Right down to the bone A little Mississippi Whole lotta rolling stone All peace and love up until I ain't Willied up with a whiskey drank Hillbilly hippie All day long Hand me downs hangin' out on the clothesline Crystal on my neck bringing on the good vibes (on the good vibes) Walmart wild heart guitars, that'd be me Hillbilly hippie Right down to the bone A little Mississippi Whole lotta rolling stone All peace and love up until I ain't Willied up with a whiskey drank Hillbilly hippie All day long (hey) Red as the roads running through my veins Free as the wind and amazing grace Lost as a feather from a bluebird wing Wild as I wanna be Just as wild Well, I'm wild as I wanna be Hillbilly hippie Right down to the bone A little Keith Whitley Whole lotta rolling stone All peace and love up until I ain't Willied up with a whiskey drank Hillbilly hippie All day long (All day long, all day long) (All day long, all day long) all day, all day long I'm just a hillbilly, hillbilly hippie (all day long) Ooh, hillbilly hippie (down to the bone) (All day long) all day, all day long

I've held it all in God knows I've tried It's an awful awakenin' In a country boy's life Look in the mirror In total surprise At the hair on my shoulders And the age in my eyes Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife It's a measure of people Who don't understand The pleasures of life In a Hillbilly band Got my first guitar When I was 14 (yeah) Now, I'm pushing 40 And I'm still wearin' jeans Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Thank you all