Lyrics: Blake Shelton. Hillbilly Bone. Hillbilly Bone.

Yea I got a friend from New York City, He's never heard of Conway Twitty, Don't know nothing bout grits and greens, never been south of Queens, but he flew down here on a business trip, I took him honky-tonking and that was it, he took to it like a pig to mud, cow to cud

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside no matter where you from you just can't hide it, when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, you can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, ain't nothing wrong just gettin on your hillbilly bone-ba-bone bone

Naw you ain't got to be born out in the sticks with a f-150 and a 30-06. Or have a bubba in the family tree to get on down with me, yea bubba all you need is an open mind, if it fires you up you got a little shine, when it feels so right that it can't be wrong, come on come on come on you ain't alone you ain't alone.

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside no matter where you from you just can't hide it, when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, you can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, ain't nothing wrong just getting on your Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone


We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside no matter where you from you just can't hide it, when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, you can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, ain't nothing wrong just getting on your Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone