Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Blake Shelton
Voz principal
Trace Adkins
Canto
Craig Wiseman
Guitarra eléctrica
Bryan Sutton
Guitarra acústica
Perry Coleman
Voces de fondo
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bajo
Carole Rabinowitz
Violonchelo
Greg Morrow
Batería
Brent Mason
Guitarra eléctrica
Gordon Mote
Piano
Jennifer Zuffinetti
Voces de fondo
Tom Bukovac
Guitarra eléctrica
Troy Lancaster
Guitarra eléctrica
Aubrey Haynie
Violín
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar con pedal
Eric Darken
Percusión
Ron Sorbo
Tambor metálico
Charlie Judge
Sintetizador
Betsy Lamb
Viola
Connie Ellisor
Violín
Pam Sixfin
Violín
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Craig Wiseman
Autoría
Luke Laird
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Scott Hendricks
Producción
Steve Marcantonio
Ingeniería de grabación
Drew Bollman
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Allen Parker
Asistente de ingeniería
Jacob Murray
Asistente de ingeniería
Nick Spezia
Asistente de ingeniería
Steph Dufresne
Asistente de ingeniería
Todd Tidwell
Asistente de ingeniería
Brian David Willis
Ingeniería de edición
Justin Niebank
Ingeniería de mezcla
Steve Blackmon
Asistente de ingeniería
Steve Crowder
Asistente de ingeniería
Tre Nagella
Asistente de ingeniería
Letra
[Intro]
Here we go
Yeah
Oh man, you've got to watch where you're steppin' around here
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of 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
[Chorus]
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from, you just can't hide it
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin' "Yee-haw!"
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it's in them genes
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on
Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Ah, preach about hillbilly to 'em, Blake
[Verse 2]
Listen to this
Nah, you ain't gotta 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
[Chorus]
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from, you just can't hide it
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin' "Yee-haw!"
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it's in them genes
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on
Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Come on, y'all!
[Chorus]
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from, you just can't hide it
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin' "Yee-haw!"
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it's in them genes
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' 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
Well, there it is
I've always wanted to sing a bone song
Written by: Craig Wiseman, Luke Laird