| Rockin' this stage, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
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| Momma always said that I wouldn’t go too far, yeah
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| These are my roots, now she don’t miss me
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| Cuttin' it loose, sing a little Dixie, yeah
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| I’m a hillbilly rockstar
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| Hillbilly rockstar, party with a stocked bar
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| Killin' competition run your mouth and get you dropped hard Runnin' with the
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| Bull and I will tell you, you won’t get far
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| You think there’s soap in my mouth the way the Bull spits bars
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| I been round the world, a gypsy on the run
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| I done drank so much whiskey I got barley on my tongue
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| I’ma fail a breathalyzer if it’s later than five
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| No more drinkin' Budweiser they don’t pay me a dime
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| I done rocked every party with my flip flops on
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| Mohawk on the top but the sides stay gone
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| And I got enough ink to paint a new Mona Leese
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| Put the bull in the picture call it Mona the beast
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| Take that picture that you painted, go and get you a frame
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| Bring it back to me baby, let me sign my name
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| Van Gogh with my lyrics and my paint goes far
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| You ain’t never be another, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
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| Rockin' this stage, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
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| Momma always said that I wouldn’t go too far, yeah
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| These are my roots, now she don’t miss me
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| Cuttin' it loose, sing a little Dixie, yeah
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| I’m a hillbilly rockstar
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| Ashtray breath, woke up around noon
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| Hillbilly rockstar, my own cartoon
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| But I ain’t leapin' skyscrapers with a single bound
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| And I’m slower than a bullet but the talk of the town
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| No I’m not an action figure, I’m just bigger than they thought
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| And I’m not a role model and I can’t be bought
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| I done paved my own lane from the sticks to a stage
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| And I played my own game 'til I twitched in a rage
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| I degraded my own brain and fixed it with tape
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| And I made my own fame now I fit in this cape
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| Super Bull, no you won’t get far
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| Now this hicks out here claimin', «He's a hillbilly rockstar»
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| Tell me different, you can look at my stats
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| My knees are gettin' weak from haulin' y’all on my back
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| I’m the trailer park mayor, a scum bags finest
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| Hands in the air, you’re redneck highness
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| Old Caddy driver with my top dropped down
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| I got some horns on the hood, Boss Hogg’s in town
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| Load the stage with some stacks and just flip me a mic
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| Watch the party stay packed until the end of the night
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| I got nothin' to prove, I got nothin' to lose
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| I got Jiffy Feet baby, I don’t rock no shoes
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| In my lawn chair drunk, smokin' cheap cigars
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| I said «Yeah, I’m a hillbilly rockstar»
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| Rockin' this stage, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
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| Momma always said that I wouldn’t go too far, yeah
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| These are my roots, now she don’t miss me
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| Cuttin' it loose, sing a little Dixie, yeah
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| I’m a hillbilly rockstar |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hillbilly Rockstar , by - Moccasin Creek. Song from the album Hillbilly Rockstar, in the genre Кантри