Hillbilly Bone (feat. Trace Adkins)

Here we go Yeaaaah Hahahaha Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're steppin' around here 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 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 sobs 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 jeans Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone Ah, preach about hillbilly to 'em Blake Listen to this Nah, you ain't gotta be born out in the sticks With a F-150 and a 30 ought 6 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 it When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle sobs 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 jeans Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone Come on y'all! 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 sobs 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 jeans 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 always wanted to sing a bone song Hahahaha