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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