Hillbilly Rock Ringtones

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

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

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 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 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

Hey, up in the backwoods, down in the holler Old boys feelin' like a dog on a collar Keepin' that chain pulled tight Waitin' on Saturday night Put on the smell-good, put on Skynyrd Head into town like a NASCAR winner Cruisin' back an' forth to the Tasty-Freeze Everywhere you look, all you see is Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-up trucks Big timin' in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home-grown A country girl cuddled up Hillbilly deluxe Yeah, couple cute sweet things drivin' a fastback Shoot 'em a cool smile, hopin' that they smile back Hey baby, what's your name? Burn a little rubber when the red lights change Here come the blue lights, here come Barney Hot on the beer, y'all, let's move the party Gotta go, but that's all right Do it all again next Friday night Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks Big timin' in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home-grown Country girl cuddled up Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks Big timin' in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home-grown Country girl cuddled up Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe