Hillbilly Rich

He grew up pickin' in a chicken wire joint,
Burnin' up the road, from point to point,
Doing Silver bullets, singing "Shotgun Willie",
A five pice band and a coal black tele,

He told his Moma one day I'm gonna be like the king,
Buy you a house and a Big diamond ring,
You can tell your boss down at the truckstop stick it,
Your Backwoods bare foot boy done hit it,

Hillbilly Rich,
Podunk Proud,
He got horns on the hood of his caddy, cruisin round town,
Got some nuddie boots, got a big city cuttie
Blonde hair Brown roots,
look out another hometown hick done struck it
Hillbilly rich.

Theres a big crowd gathered at the wal-mart store,
Hes flying off the shelf,
The folks want more,
Got a sold out show down in Dallas tonight,
and them Rhimestone sparkle in the big spot light,
Combread country living like a rockstar,
Got 40 acres and a swimming pool, shaped like a guitar,

Hillbilly Rich
Podunk Proud
He got horns on the hood of his caddy, cruisin round town,
Got some nuddie boots, got a big city cuttie
Blonde hair Brown roots,
look out another hometown hick done struck it
Hillbilly rich.

Hes throwing parties catching the town
He got family, he never knew he had

Hillbilly Rich,
Podunk Proud,
He got horns on the hood of his caddy, Cruisin round town,
Got some nuddie boots, got a big city cuttie
Blonde hair Brown roots,
Look out another hometown hick done hit it
Hillbilly rich.,

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