Drive away
As in lonesome south
Like a real straight-shooter
Three lanes full
Drive away
As in lonesome south
Like a real straight-shooter
Three lanes full
Gotta ride in my heart
Get 'em going down
You don't have to be a star
To, to get them going 'round
Even if you try to move
Wheel it to your right
So get on, on the driving wheel
To save it for a round
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Got to ride in my heart
See 'em goin' down
Killed up by the ball front
Shoot a jamboree
It's just a cold lighted day
Like a memory
It's just a cold lighted day
Slip a line on me
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now
Hillbilly, Hillbilly, Hillbilly, billy man, now