Hillbilly Shoes - Barry Brown

I was there when the men came, and told us all the news Father forgive them for they know not what they do 'Til they walk a while, a country mile In my Hillbilly shoes You want to judge me by the whiskey on my breath You think you know me but you ain't seen nothin' yet 'Til you walk a while, a country mile In my Hillbilly shoes In my Hillbilly shoes You work all day in the muck and the mire Dance a little jig then stomp by the fire Ain't too much these boots can't do Might even kick a little sense into you Well, I'm goin' up Cripple Creek, going at a run Going up Cripple Creek to have a little fun Lawman say's they found some tracks People saw 'em leaving but they never come back Oh, you don't know me You don't know, you don't know, you don't know 'Til you walk a while, a country mile In my Hillbilly shoes In my Hillbilly shoes

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

We take a drive just to sing along Every word of them Rolling Stones Stacey's mom had it goin' on Lived three doors down, I can see her now Her daughter had a heart that was wild and free If you Blink-182, then you'd miss me and her Every verse had a story Yeah, them pocket lighter nights lit up our days of glory Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Nothin' like freedom two windows down You singin' along, still hear it now Way too loud and sometimes off key But you sounded like an angel to me You'd make fun of how I threw my head And threw my fingers up in the air Thought I was Kurt Cobain or Jimmy Page You were at side seat, center stage Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town And that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars Back when we were rockstars We never ended up on MTV Or heard our voices on a CD But in your eyes and in my arms We were each other's rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leeanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Yeah, back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) You and me were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) oh yeah (Running all night, chasing down a dream) Yeah, we were runnin' all night, chasing down a dream Howlin' at the moon, baby, you and me