Yeah, I got a friend in New York City He's never heard of Conway Twitty He don't know nothin' about grits and greens He's 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 and like a cow to cut We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside No matter where you're from, you just can't hide it When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle starts You can't help but hollerin' When you see them pretty little country queens Man, you gotta admit that it's in them genes Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on You're a hillbilly bone, bone, bone, bone, bone No, you ain't gotta be born out in Styx With a F-150 and a .30-06 Have a bubba and a family tree to get on down with me Yeah, bubba, all you need is an open mind If it fires you up, you gotta let it shine When it feels so right that it can't be wrong Come on, come on, come on You ain't alone, you ain't alone We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside No matter where you're from, you just can't hide it When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle starts You can't help but hollerin' When you see them pretty little country queens Man, you gotta admit that it's in them genes Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on You're a hillbilly bone, bone, bone, bone, bone You ain't alone, you ain't alone We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside No matter where you're from, you just can't hide it When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle starts You can't help but hollerin' When you see them pretty little country queens Man, you gotta admit that it's in them genes Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on You're a hillbilly bone, bone, bone, bone, bone Hillbilly bone, bone, bone, bone, bone Hillbilly bone, bone, bone, bone, bone Well, that's it. I always wanted to do a ballin' song.