I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world   He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl   Cocks his hat to the side in his grandma's ride   Pumpin' nothin' but bass      He says things like, ''Dawg, are you down with that?''   And, ''Don't that fly girl got some back?''   And I feel so doggone outta place      When he says, "Holler back when you get back home''   I say, ''The only holler back that I know''      Is that holler back in the woods   Where the country folks got it good   Home brewed, homegrown   Where the wild seeds 'a get sown      It's a blast from the past   All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras   Let out a howl if ya feel like ya gotta   If you wanna go on back to the holler   Holler back      You take a left off the Interstate   Go ten miles   Take a right on Farm Road 99   And just roll 'til the blacktop ends      Ya see Mary Jo rockin' that front porch swing   Bikini top and them cut-off jeans   And that's where Hillbilly Heaven begins      Ah, she'll pour ya some of that cherry wine   Boy, you're guaranteed to have yourself   One hell of a time      In that holler back in the woods   Where the country folks got it good   Home-brewed, homegrown   Where the wild seeds 'a get sown      It's a blast from the past   All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras   Let out a howl if ya feel like ya gotta   If you wanna go on back to the holler   Holler back      In that holler back in the woods   Where the country folks got it so good   Home brewed, homegrown   Where the wild seeds 'a get sown      It's a blast from the past   All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras   Let out a howl if ya feel like 'ya gotta   If you wanna go on back to the holler   Holler back      (Home-brewed, homegrown)   (Where the wild seeds 'a get sown)   Woh, holler back   (It's a blast from the past)   (All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras)   Yeah, holler back   (Home brewed, homegrown)   (Where the wild seeds 'a get sown)   Ooo, ooo, ooo