the sour mash swill billhilly he made it off the
 farm he?s kickin? up dirt out on the loose he
 haw ha chewin? on roots always down on
 the chicken shack he?s leavin? for the city
 and he ain?t comin? back do the do se do
 with the off road know how cops a feel like
 he milks a cow he?s going far in the land of
 steel got everybody talkin? about the full
 moon swill life of the party buck knife rowdy
 slappin? his knee like laurel slapped hardy
 do-se-do on a concrete lotion he put it all in
 motion jumpin? the barbed wire hoppin? the
 pool flintstone brakes using john deere tools
 like jed clampett jumped the claim billhilly is
 his name he?s never meaning no harm yank
 out the plug he?s strummin? on a banjo a lot
 square dance hoedown rodeo and a bucket
 full of rocks passing the jug and the catfish
 crock-pot hayseed with a gun like a trumpet
 barefoot drinking from a dixie cup picking his
 teeth with an old switchblade loogie to the
 dew can 20 feet away from the coal mine to
 the combine ransack the shack and treat the
 girls fine day-in day-out always looking up
 when he takes downtown making soo-ee
 sounds now everybody on the block ain?t
 wearin no shoes ain?t wearin no socks got
 the itch for the mountain way watchin? old
 billy and his jug band play