Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

Well, I gotta friend in New York City

He's never heard of Conway Twitty

Don't know nothin' bout' grits and greens

Never been south of Queens

But he flew down here on a buissness trip

I took him Honky Tonkin' and that was it

He took to it like a fish to mud,

like a cow to cudd

Chorus

We all got a Hillbilly Bone down deep inside

It doesn't matter where your from, ya just can't hide it

When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws

ya can't help a hollar and a ye-haw

when ya see those pretty little country queens

man ya gotta admit that it's in them genes

Aint nothin wrong , just gettin' on

your Hillbilly Bone-Ba-Bone-Ba-Bone-Bone

Verse 2

(SAME CHORDS AS VERSE 1)

Well ya aint gotta be born out in the sticks

with a F1-50 and a thirty odd six

or have a Bubba in the family tree

to get on down with me

yeah Bubba all ya need is an open mind

if it fires ya up, ya gotta let it shine

when it feels so right that it can't be wrong

C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, ya aint alone (ya aint alone)

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(REPEAT CHORUS AGAIN)

TAB:

Intro

Solo

SINCERELY,

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