The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls

Another man done gone. Another man done gone, another man done gone, another man done gone. On the country farm. He's on the country farm, on the country farm, he's on the country farm. I don't know his name. Didn't know his name, I didn't know his name,

Country must be country wide Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon In foreign cars and four wheel drives There's cowboys and hillbillies From farm towns to big cities In every state, there's a station There ain't no doubt in my mind I grew up south of

That's what country is It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell

Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls getting down on the farm It's just country boys and girls getting down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust