Oh man, you’ve gotta watch where you’re stepping around here   Yeah I got a friend in New York City   He’s never heard of Connway Twitty   Don’t know nothing about 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   And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws   You can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!   When you see them pretty little country queens   Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes   Ain’t nothing wrong, just getting on your    hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone      Nah, you ain’t gotta be born out in the sticks   With an F-150 and a 30-06   You don’t need a bubba in the family tree   To get on down with me   All you need is an open mind   If it fires you up you got a little shine   When it feels so right that it cant be wrong   Come on, come on, come on      We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside   No matter where you from you just can’t hide   And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws   You can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!   When you see them pretty little country queens   Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes   Ain’t nothing wrong, just getting on your    hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone      (Instrumental)      Come on y’all      We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside   No matter where you from you just can’t hide   And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws   You can’t help but hollering, Yee Haw!   When you see them pretty little country queens   Man you gotta admit that’s in them genes   Ain’t nothing wrong, just getting on your    hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone   Hillbilly done ba-bone ba-bone bone   Hillbilly done ba-bone ba-bone bone