Текст Charlie Farley – Hillbilly Heaven

You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)
Partying with rebels like me (Like me)
You can find me gettin’ lit on tobacco
So no telling what you might see (Might see)

Demun Jones:
My rebel ways got «don’t tread on me» flags on the front porch
Modern day Jesse James, oh yeah, I keep them guns boy
In a beat up Chevy with dust flyin’ off them tires
I am headed out to the levy where we gonna get wild (Oh yeah)
Spending all day and night in a place I call paradise
See, this heaven on earth, I’m living in it on the side
All these backwoods boys and girls are getting lit, twistin’ fists
Shootin’ shit, and I ain’t talkin’ whiskey
It’s lights out ’cause we shoot the moon, throw it down in the middle of the mud pit
I know it might sound crazy to you but it ain’t to me ’cause I love it out here
Buckin’ like we riding mules, break out that Yeti
Crank the sounds, let me hit the tunes
Hillbilly Heaven

You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)
Partying with rebels like me (Like me)
You can find me gettin’ lit on tobacco
So no telling what you might see (Might see)
You can find me in the back of a short bed truck
Jacked up with the engines revvin’
Blowing black smoke to the sky (To the sky) Fly line
Red Wing steppin’ in Hillbilly Heaven

Demun Jones:
It ain’t about what you got or how much money that cost
Just get your hands on a grill, get you some meat and some sauce
Surround yourself with them folks, familiar faces with jokes
Embracin’ bread with the people that look at you as a equal
Take care of the younger bucks, you might be somebody’s hero
You gotta show when to hold when to fold and when not to
And if the bullshit ever hits the fan then we got you
Say your prayer before you go to sleep and God does too
The world may get ugly but some of us still believe
In Hillbilly Heaven on earth so don’t wait until you leave
Just treat your neighbors like brothers, lay all that hate down to rest
Let’s enjoy one another and that’s how you pass the test

You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)
Partying with rebels like me (Like me)
You can find me gettin’ lit on tobacco
So no telling what you might see (Might see)
You can find me in the back of a short bed truck
Jacked up with the engines revvin’
Blowing black smoke to the sky (To the sky) Fly line
Red Wing steppin’ in Hillbilly Heaven

Lay out the asphalt, there’s a one lane bridge you gotta cross (Cross)
And there ain’t no way to get lost ’cause the road runs into paradise (Paradise)

You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)
Partying with rebels like me (Like me)
You can find me gettin’ lit on tobacco
So no telling what you might see (Might see)
You can find me in the back of a short bed truck
Jacked up with the engines revvin’
Blowing black smoke to the sky (To the sky) Fly line
Red Wing steppin’ in Hillbilly Heaven