Verse: A Well, I gotta friend in New York City G Heʼs never heard of Conway Twitty E Donʼt know nothinʼ boutʼ grits and greens C Never been south of Queens A But he flew down here on a buissness trip G I took him Honky Tonkinʼ and that was it E He took to it like a fish to mud, C like a cow to cudd Chorus: A We all got a Hillbilly Bone down deep inside F It doesnʼt matter where your from, ya just canʼt hide it E When the band starts banginʼ and the fiddle saws C ya canʼt help a hollar and a ye-haw A when ya see those pretty little country queens F man ya gotta admit that itʼs in them genes E Aint nothin wrong , just gettinʼ on C your Hillbilly Bone-Ba-Bone-Ba-Bone-Bone Verse: Well ya aint gotta be born out in the sticks with a F1-50 and a thirty odd six or have a Bubba in the family tree to get on down with me yeah Bubba all ya need is an open mind if it fires ya up, ya gotta let it shine when it feels so right that it canʼt be wrong Cʼmon, Cʼmon, Cʼmon, ya aint alone (ya aint alone) Chorus.
