Hillbilly Bone

Written by：Craig Wiseman/Luke Laird

Yeah I got a friend in New York City

He's never heard of Connway Twitty

Don't know nothing about grits and greens

Never been south of queens

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 it

And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws

You can't help but hollering yee haw

When you see them pretty little country queens

Man you gotta admit that's in them genes

Ain't nothing wrong just getting on your

Hillbilly bone ba bone ba bone bone

Nah you ain't gotta be born out in the sticks

With an 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

And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws

You can't help but hollering yee haw

When you see them pretty little country queens

Man you gotta admit that's in them genes

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

And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws

You can't help but hollering yee haw

When you see them pretty little country queens

Man you gotta admit that's in them genes

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