Lyrics Billy Ray Cyrus – Thrillbilly

Shootin’ at a beer can on a fence post
Drivin’ to your girlfriend’s on a backhoe
Goin’ skinny’dippin’ on an old wood dock
Startin’ up a bonfire with gasoline

Let me tell you right now
Just in case u don’t know

Chorus:
That’s thrillbilly
Real hillbilly
That’s thrillbilly
Till the cows come home
That’s down-home style
Mixed with buck wild
So get on down and you’ll be proud
Of how you roll
That’s thrillbilly
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Flippin’ off a barn roof into a haystack
Sippin’ on some homebrew sittin’ outback
Thinkin’ it’d be col to build a submarine
Dragin’ down a two lane with your lights off
Hoppin’ on a freight train at a feed lot
Raisin’ you some bi cain- in john deere green
Here’s come bubba on his four-wheeler
«Hey man, y’all watch this»

Chorus:
That’s thrillbilly
Real hillbilly

OH!, hillbilly

So get on down and you’ll be proud
Of how you roll