Hillbilly Man

Drive away As in lonesome south Like a real straight-shooter Three lanes full Drive away As in lonesome south Like a real straight-shooter Three lanes full Gotta ride in my heart Get 'em going down You don't have to be a star To, to get them going 'round Even if you try to move Wheel it to your right So get on, on the driving wheel To save it for a round Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Got to ride in my heart See 'em goin' down Killed up by the ball front Shoot a jamboree It's just a cold lighted day Like a memory It's just a cold lighted day Slip a line on me Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now