Imagine an old rusty pickup truck from '85
Crack in the windshield and dent down the side
Out on an old dirt road, a thundercloud of dust is blowing
Them muddy tires are making gravel fly
There's an angel right behind the wheel with sun-tanned legs and cowgirl boots
Jaw-dropping, tank-topping, try and stop me attitude

My hill, hillbilly girl
She's a two-stepping, chance-taking, hell-raising, love-making
Hill, hillbilly girl
She's a firecracker, ain't no doubt
No way I could live without my hot little hillbilly girl

She don't like the city 'cause she can't see the starry skies
Can't hear the crickets or the river rolling by
Her idea of heaven is a field full of wild flowers growing
She goes crazy for a Saturday night
She's as soft as cotton candy
She's the trigger on a loaded gun
Sweet dream, bee sting, everything rolled into one

My hill, hillbilly girl
She's a two-stepping, chance-taking, hell-raising, love-making
Hill, hillbilly girl
She's a firecracker, ain't no doubt
No way I could live without my hot little hillbilly girl

My hill, hillbilly girl
She's a two-stepping, chance-taking, hell-raising, love-making
Hill, hillbilly girl
She's a firecracker, ain't no doubt
No way I could live without my hot little hillbilly girl

Yeah, she's a firecracker, ain't no doubt,
I just thank the Lord I found my hot little hillbilly girl