Lyrics Trick Pony – Hillbilly Rich

Here’s a story ’bout the under-dog.
One dollar, five digits an a piebald.
A hundred million bucks ridin’ on that ticket.
Here’s what happens when a redneck hits it.

He jumped up an’ he tore off his Texaco shirt.
He didn’t give a notice, just walked off work.
Ran straight to the bank to collect his money…
Says: «I’ll take it in cash an’ nothin’ bigger than a twenty.»

Now the kinfolks say: «Man, it don’t make sense.
«He’s still livin’ with his Mamma but he won’t pay rent.
«He got a high definition television in his trailer.
«He’s rigs in the trunk for stealin’ cable from his neighbour.»
Oh yeah.

Well, he’s hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.
Just a poor boy livin’ out in the sticks.
Well, look at him now, he’s hillbilly rich.

Now the farmer scracthed his head an’ said: «You must be kiddin’.»
When his tractor’s standin’ still but the revs a-keep a-spinnin’.
He got the front end bouncin’ from the air-suspension,
A few tees in the bags in case he once a-wants fishin’.

That’s hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.
Just a poor boy livin’ out in the sticks.
Well, look at him now, man, he’s hillbilly rich.

Instrumental Break
(So, yeah.)

Well, he’s hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.

Hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.
That boy’s hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly.

Did I mention, dune dogs, shotguns, an’ tree stands.
I wanna shoot something.
Boon doggy.