The Beverly Hillbillies - Main Theme - Geek Music

Beverly Beverly Hillbillies Huh, now lookie here, people Listen to my story A little story 'bout a man named Jed You know something, that poor mountaineer They say he barely kept his family fed Now, let me tell you, one day he was shootin' Old Jed was shootin' at some food When all of a sudden right up from the ground, there Well, there came a bubblin' crude Oil that is, well, maybe you call it Black gold or Texas tea He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale And be a Beverly Hillbilly Before you know it, all the kinfolk are a-sayin' Yeah, buddy, move away from there That little Clampett got his own cement pond That little Clampett, he's a millionaire Now, everyone said Californie Is the place that you oughta be We got to load up this here truck now We got to move to Beverly Hills, that is Swimming pools Move-a-move-a-movie stars Huh Look at that, look at that Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Y'all come back now, hear? Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies

In that land across the sea there's a job for you and me Though our presence there may not be found We must stay standing there on the battle lines and pray We must never lay our weapons down We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer Many thousand miles away someone shed their blood today With a heart so true and brave they're gone To a war that's yours and mine let us join the battle line With a weapon that will save our home We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer And when the planes and tanks and guns have done all that they can do And the mighty bombs have rained and failed Still the helpful hand above, on the weapon made of love And against him none on earth prevail We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer

Nothing I can do Nothing I can say You'll do what you want to Go your own sweet way You'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way Now I can talk to you serious I can talk to you nice When it comes to love You won't take good advice You'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way Yeah, you'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way It doesn't matter what I say What I do or what I think You can lead a horse to water You can't make him drink You'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way I said, you'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way