Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hillbilly Heaven , by - Charlie Farley. Release date: 09.08.2018
Song language: English
Hillbilly Heaven |
| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco |
| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see) |
| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck |
| Jacked up with the engines revvin' |
| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky) |
| Fly line, Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven |
| My rebel ways got «don't tread on me» flags on the front porch |
| Modern day Jesse James, oh yeah, I keep them guns boy |
| In a beat up Chevy with dust flyin' off them tires |
| I am headed out to the levy where we gonna get wild (Oh yeah) |
| Spendin' all day and night in a place I call paradise |
| See, this heaven on earth, I’m livin' in it on the side |
| All these backwoods boys and girls are gettin' lit, twistin' fists |
| Shootin' shit, and I ain’t talkin' whiskey (Ha) |
| It’s lights out 'cause we shoot the moon, throwin' down in the middle of the |
| mud pit |
| I know it might sound crazy to you but it ain’t to me 'cause I love it out here |
| Buckin' like we ridin' mules, break out that Yeti, crank the sounds, |
| let me hit the tunes, hillbilly heaven |
| You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road) |
| Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me) |
| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco |
| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see) |
| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck |
| Jacked up with the engines revvin' |
| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky) |
| Fly line, Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven |
| It ain’t about what you got or how much money that cost |
| Just get your hands on a grill, get you some meat and some sauce |
| Surround yourself with them folks, familiar faces with jokes |
| Embracin' bread with the people that look at you as a equal |
| Take care of your younger bucks, you might be somebody’s hero |
| You gotta show when to hold when to fold and when not to |
| And if the bullshit ever hits the fan then we got you |
| Say your prayer before you go to sleep and God does too |
| The world may get ugly but some of us still believe |
| In hillbilly heaven on earth so don’t wait until you leave |
| Just treat your neighbors like brothers, lay all that hate down to rest |
| Let’s enjoy one another and that’s how you pass the test |
| You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road) |
| Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me) |
| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco |
| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see) |
| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck |
| Jacked up with the engines revvin' |
| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky) |
| Fly line (Woo) Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven |
| Lay out the asphalt, there’s a one lane bridge you gotta cross (Cross) |
| And there ain’t no way to get lost 'cause the road runs into paradise (Paradise) |
| You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road) |
| Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me) |
| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco |
| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see) |
| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck |
| Jacked up with the engines revvin' |
| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky) |
| Fly line (Woo) Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven |