Texty
[Verse 1]
Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Jed
Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
And then one day he was shootin' at some food
And up through the ground come a-bubblin' crude
Oil, that is, black gold, Texas tea
[Verse 2]
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire
Kinfolk said, "Jed, move away from there"
He said California is the place you oughta be
So he loaded up the truck, and they moved to Beverly
Hills, that is, swimmin' pools, movie stars
[Verse 3]
Now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin
They would like to thank you folks for kindly droppin' in
You're all invited back again to this locality
You'll have a heapin' helping of their hospitality
[Verse 4]
Beverly hillbillies, that's what they call 'em now
Nice folks, y'all come back, y'hear?
Written by: Paul Henning
