Hillbilly Bone Lyrics

Yeah I got a friend in New York City,
He never heard o' Conway Twitty,
Don't know nothin 'bout grits and greens,
Never been south of Queens,
But he flew down here on a business trip,
I took him honky-tonkin and that was it,
He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cud

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide,
When the band starts bangin and the fiddle saws,
You can't help but hollerin' yee-Haw!
When you see them pretty lil' country queens
Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans,
Ain't nothing wrong just gettin on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba bone bone

Now you ain't got to be born out in the sticks with a f-150 and a 30-06.
Or have a Bubba in the family tree, to get on down with me,
Yeah Bubba all you need is an open mind,
If it fires you up you gotta let it shine,
When it feels so right that it can't be wrong,
Come on come on come on you ain't alone you ain't alone.

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide,
When the band starts bangin and the fiddle saws,
You can't help but hollerin' yee-Haw!
When you see them pretty lil' country queens
Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans,
Ain't nothing wrong just getting on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide,
When the band starts bangin and the fiddle saws,
You can't help but hollerin' yee-Haw!
When you see them pretty lil' country queens
Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans,
Ain't nothing wrong just getting on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone