Here's a story 'bout the under-dog.  One dollar, five digits an a piebald.  A hundred million bucks ridin' on that ticket.  Here's what happens when a redneck hits it.  Kick it!.    He jumped up an' he tore off his Texaco shirt.  He didn't give a notice, just walked off work.  Ran straight to the bank to collect his money...  Says: "I'll take it in cash an' nothin' bigger than a twenty."    Now the kinfolks say: "Man, it don't make sense.  "He's still livin' with his Mamma but he won't pay rent.  "He got a high definition television in his trailer.  "He's rigs in the trunk for stealin' cable from his neighbour."  Oh yeah.    Well, he's hillbilly rich.  Hillbilly rich.  Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks.  Well, look at him now, he's hillbilly rich.    Now the farmer scracthed his head an' said: "You must be kiddin'."  When his tractor's standin' still but the revs a-keep a-spinnin'.  He got the front end bouncin' from the air-suspension,  A few tees in the bags in case he once a-wants fishin'.    That's hillbilly rich.  Hillbilly rich.  Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks.  Well, look at him now, man, he's hillbilly rich.    [Instrumental Break]  (So, yeah.)    Well, he's hillbilly rich.  Hillbilly rich.  Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks.  Well, look at him now, man he's hillbilly rich.    Hillbilly rich.  Hillbilly rich.  That boy's hillbilly rich.  Hillbilly.    Did I mention, dune dogs, shotguns, an' tree stands.  I wanna shoot something.  Boon doggy.