Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flatland Hillbillies , by - Rodney Crowell. Song from the album Texas, in the genre КантриRelease date: 14.08.2019
Record label: RC1
Song language: English
Flatland Hillbillies |
| We’re flatland hillbillies, Irish Cajun Creole mix |
| My brothers on an off shore rig, my sister’s on the pole at slicks |
| Mama takes in peoples washing, she was widowed by a pipeline man |
| We’re flatland hillbillies, getting by on what we can |
| We’re river rats and john boat shrimpers, trouble in our DNA |
| It wouldn’t be the same Port Arthur if we got up and moved away |
| God forbid we hit the lotto, chances are we’d wind up shot |
| We’re flatland hillbillies, getting by on what we’ve got |
| Flatland hillbillies heathen to the marrowbone |
| Working on your cars and drinking in your bars |
| And running every red-light home |
| If you’ve never ran a trot line, never skinned an eight point buck |
| Never had a squirrel-meat sandwich, then I guess you’re just out of luck |
| Living on the edge of nowhere, isn’t for the feint of heart |
| We’re flatland hillbillies, waiting on the fire to start |
| Flatland hillbillies, another other breed apart |