Yea I got a friend from New York City, 
He's never heard of Conway Twitty, 
Don't know nothing bout grits and greens, 
Never been south of Queens, 
But he flew down here on a business trip,
I took him honky-tonking 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 it, 
When the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, 
You can't help but hollerin' 
YEE-HAW! 
When you see them pretty lil' country queens 
Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, 
Ain't nothing wrong just gettin on your 
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone bone

Now you ain't got to be born out in the sticks 
With a f-150 and a 30-06. 
Or have a bubba in the family tree 
To get on down with me,
Yea bubba all you need is an open mind, 
If it fires you up you got a little shine, 
When it feels so right that it can't be wrong, [bad word] on come [bad word] on 
You ain't alone you ain't alone.

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside 
No matter where you from you just can't hide it, 
When the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, 
You can't help but hollerin' 
YEE-HAW! 
When you see them pretty lil' country queens
Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans,
Ain't nothing wrong just getting on your 
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside 
No matter where you from you just can't hide it, 
When the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, 
You can't help but hollerin' 
YEE-HAW! 
When you see them pretty lil' country queens 
Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, 
Ain't nothing wrong just getting on your 
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone.