| My granddaddy was a miner
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| But he finally saw the light
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| He didn’t have much, just a beat-up truck
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| And a dream about a better life
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| Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye
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| Never heard such a lonesome sound
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| Pretty soon the dirt road turned into blacktop
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| Detroit City bound
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| Down that Hillbilly Highway
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| On that Hillbilly Highway
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| That old Hillbilly Highway
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| Goes on and on
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| Now he worked and saved his money
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| So that one day he might send
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| My old man off to college
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| To use his brains and not his hands
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| Grandmama cried when he waved goodbye
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| Never heard such a lonesome sound
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| Daddy had himself a good job in Houston
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| One more rolling down
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| That Hillbilly Highway
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| On that Hillbilly Highway
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| That old Hillbilly Highway
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| Goes on and on
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| On and on and on
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| Here it goes
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| Granddaddy rolled over in his grave
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| The day that I quit school
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| I just sat around the house playing my guitar
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| And Daddy said I was a fool
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| My mama cried when I said goodbye
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| You never heard such a lonesome sound
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| Now I’m standing on this highway
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| And if you’re going my way
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| You know where I’m bound
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| Down that Hillbilly Highway
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| On that Hillbilly Highway
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| That old Hillbilly Highway
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| Goes on and on
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| Hillbilly Highway
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| Hillbilly Highway |