billyhilly he’s the king of the hill billhilly he hits
the sour mash swill billhilly he made it off the
farm he’s kickin’ up dirt out on the loose he
haw ha chewin’ on roots always down on
the chicken shack he’s leavin’ for the city
and he ain’t comin’ back do the do se do
with the off road know how cops a feel like
he milks a cow he’s going far in the land of
steel got everybody talkin’ about the full
moon swill life of the party buck knife rowdy
slappin’ his knee like laurel slapped hardy
do-se-do on a concrete lotion he put it all in
motion jumpin’ the barbed wire hoppin’ the
pool flintstone brakes using john deere tools
like jed clampett jumped the claim billhilly is
his name he’s never meaning no harm yank
out the plug he’s strummin’ on a banjo a lot
square dance hoedown rodeo and a bucket
full of rocks passing the jug and the catfish
crock-pot hayseed with a gun like a trumpet
barefoot drinking from a dixie cup picking his
teeth with an old switchblade loogie to the
dew can 20 feet away from the coal mine to
the combine ransack the shack and treat the
girls fine day-in day-out always looking up
when he takes downtown making soo-ee
sounds now everybody on the block ain’t
wearin no shoes ain’t wearin no socks got
the itch for the mountain way watchin’ old
billy and his jug band pl