(Here we go, yeah)
(Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're stepping around here)

Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of Conway Twitty
Don't know nothin' about grits and greens
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, 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 bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin', yee haw
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it's in them jeans
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

(Ah, preach about hillbilly to 'em, Blake)
(Listen to this)

Nah, you ain't gotta be born out in the sticks
With an F-150 and a 30-06
Or have a Bubba in the 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 from you just can't hide
And when the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin', yee haw
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

(Come on y'all)

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide
And when the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin', yee haw
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' 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

(Well, there it is)
(I've always wanted to sing a bone song)