| I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
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| Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
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| You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
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| City folks got worries,
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| A country boy’s got none
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| All I wanna be is the daddy of a farmer’s son
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| Subdivisions are silly, I wanna be a hillbilly.
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| I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
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| Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
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| You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
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| When I get finished plowin'
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| I’m gonna go to the pond
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| And take my sweet baby
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| And have some good clean fun
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| You gotta work, that’s a pity
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| I’m gonna be a hillbilly.
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| I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
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| Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
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| You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
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| When I die, throw me a big fine wake
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| And have a party in the barn
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| Let me lie in state
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| Plant me under that oak tree
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| I wanna be a hillbilly
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| I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
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| Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
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| You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly.
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| Subdivisions are silly
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| I wanna be a hillbilly. |