Hillbilly Deluxe

(álbum: Hillbilly Deluxe - 2005)

Hey, up in the backwoods, down in the holler,
Old boys feeling like a dog on a collar,
Keeping that chain pulled tight,
Waiting on Saturday night.

Put on the smell-good, put on Skynard,
Head into to town like a NASCAR winner.
Cruising back an' forth to the Tasty-Freeze.
Everywhere you look, all you see...

Is hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-up trucks.
Big timing in a small town.
Stirring it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
A country girl cuddled up...
Hillbilly deluxe.

Yeah, couple cute sweet things driving a fastback.
Shoot 'em a cool smile hoping that they smile back.
"Hey, Baby, what's you name?"
Burn a little rubber when the red lights change.

Here come the blue lights, here come Barney.
Hide all the beer, y'all, let's move the party.
Gotta go, but that's all right...
Do it all again next Friday night.

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks.
Big timing in a small town.
Stirring it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up...
Hillbilly deluxe.

[Instrumental Break]

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks.
Big timing in a small town.
Stirring it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up...
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.

[Instrumental fade]