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

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.

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

Hillbilly blood runnin' through my veins Black coal soul and a mountain of pain Jug of white lightning crossin' my lips Hillbilly blood don't give a shit Hillbilly blood, the river runs red Finger on the trigger and a pound of lead Chopper in the air, searchin' my land A copperhead bites and don't give a goddamn All the tongues at the tent revival Been spittin' in the Devil's eye There ain't livin', there's just survival Doesn't matter if you do or die The way it is Is the way it was Hillbilly blood Hillbilly blood Hillbilly blood, thick as the night Fog lays heavy on the morning light Pike County sheriff trackin' my scent Nobody gonna know where he went All the tongues at the tent revival Been spittin' in the Devil's eye There ain't livin', there's just survival Doesn't matter if you do or die And the way it is Is the way it was Hillbilly blood Hillbilly blood

This ain't no temporary, typical Tearful goodbye, uh-uh-uh This ain't no breakin' up, then wakin' up And makin' up one more time, uh-uh-uh This is gone (gone), gone (gone) Gone (gone), gone Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang-bang Gone like a '59 Cadillac Like all the good things, that ain't never comin' back She's gone (gone), gone (gone) Gone (gone), gone, she's gone This ain't no give it time I'm hurtin' but maybe we can work it out, uh-uh-uh Won't be no champagne Red rose, romance, second chance, uh-uh-uh This is gone (gone), gone (gone) Gone (gone), gone Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang-bang Gone like a '59 Cadillac Like all the good things, that ain't never comin' back She's gone (gone), gone (gone) Gone (gone), gone She's gone This is gone (gone), gone (gone) Gone (gone), gone Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang-bang Gone like a '59 Cadillac Like all the good things, that ain't never comin' back She's gone (gone), she's gone (gone) She's gone (gone), she's gone, yeah She's gone Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang-bang Gone like a '59 Cadillac Like all the good things, but she's gone Long gone, don't be wrong Never comin' back, my baby's gone (she's gone) Wanna get home, sittin' alone So pack your bags, and now she's gone Never comin' back, she's gone No, no, never, no, no, never No, no, never, no, no never comin' back No, no, never, no, no never comin' back

I'm tired of spinning my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal I need to get there pretty quick Hey mister what you got out on that lot you can sell me in a pinch Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are Color don't matter no I don't need leather seats All that really concerns me is Speeeeed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road And a whole lot of speed I'd like to trade in this old truck Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up See, it's the first place we made love where we used to sit and talk On the tailgate all night long but now she's gone And I need to move on So give me Speeeeed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road And a whole lot of speed Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us Tear off that rearview mirror there's nothing left to see here Let me lean on that gas Oh she catches up fast So give me Speeeeed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road And a whole lot of speed That's what I need I'm tired of spinning my wheels... I'm tired of spinning my wheeeeeeels!

Benjamin rode out of Montana On a Palomino pony Told me he was all alone He lost his family in forty-nine Benjamin took me to San Diego Guess we caused quite a commotion Sellin' Pacific Ocean water And callin' it seaweed wine Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin He loved to travel He'd been ever' place I'd been and back again That boy could unravel Stories that would make your eyes Big as blackberry pies, I'm tellin' you Life could be fun for anyone Who had a good friend like Benjamin Had a good friend like Benjamin Well, me and Ben thumbed a ride to Alabama Spent the summer pickin' cotton Now, it was so doggone hot We bought us a three-speed electric fan Then at night we'd drink a Coca-Cola Listen to the rain a-fallin' Hearin' the bob white callin' As though he'd know we'd understand Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin He loved to travel He'd been ever' place I'd been and back again That boy could unravel Stories that would make your eyes Big as blackberry pies, I'm tellin' you Life could be fun for anyone Who had a good friend like Benjamin Had a good friend like Benjamin Well, Ben and me spent some time in Oklahoma Livin' on a reservation Workin' at a service station Pumpin' gas, passin' time We caught a train down to Harlan County Thinkin' we were awful lucky Just to walk along a Kentucky backroad Without no reason nor rhyme Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin He loved to travel He'd been ever' place I'd been and back again That boy could unravel Stories that would make your eyes Big as blackberry pies, I'm tellin' you Life could be fun for anyone Who had a good friend like Benjamin Had a good friend like Benjamin Had a good friend like Benjamin

Let me set the mood, set the situation Imagine that you're sittin' in the congregation Hey, he's talkin' 'bout Judgment Day If you listen real close, hear what he say You may run on for a long time Run on for a long time May run on for a long time But let me tell you God Almighty's gonna cut you down Go 'n' tell that long-term liar Go 'n' tell that midnight rider Tell the gambler, rambler, backbiter Tell him God Almighty gonna cut him down Great God Almighty, let me tell you my need Yes, my head's been wet with the midnight deed I been down on my bended knee Talkin' to the man from Galilee My God spoke, spoke so sweet I thought I heard the shufflin' of angel feet He put one hand on my head Great God Almighty let me tell you what he said You may run on for a long time Run on for a long time May run on for a long time Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down You may throw the rock, hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But sure as God made the day and night What you do in the dark will be brought to light You may run and hide, slip and slide Try to take the mote from your neighbor's eye But sure as the Lord made the rich and poor What you reap, my brother, is what you sow You may run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time But let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down Some people go to church just to signify They try to make a date with their neighbor's wife But let me tell you, brother, just as sure as your born Better leave that woman, better leave her alone One of these days just mark my words You think that your brother's gone off to work You'll walk up and knock on the door That's all, brother, there ain't no more (Swing low, sweet chariot) You may run on for a long time Run on for a long time May run on for a long time But let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down Go 'n' tell that midnight rider Go 'n' tell that long-term liar Tell the rambler, gambler, backbiter Tell him God Almighty gonna cut him down Amen