Hillbilly Deluxe Lyrics

Hey, up in the backwoods, down in the holler,
Old boys feelin' like a dog on a collar,
Keepin' that chain pulled tight,
Waitin' on Saturday night.

Put on the smell-good, put on skinner'n,
Head into to town like a NASCAR winner.
Cruisin' back an' forth to the Tasty-Freeze.
Everywhere you look, all you see:

Is hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-up trucks.
Big timin' in a small town.
Stirrin' it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
A country girl cuddled up:
Hillbilly deluxe.

Yeah, couple cute sweet things drivin' a fastback.
Shoot 'em a cool smile hopin' that they smile back.
"Hey, Baby, what's you name?"
Burn a little rubber when the red lights change.

Here come the blue lights, here come Barney.
Hot on the beer, y'all, let's move the party.
Gotta go, but that's all right:
Do it all again next Friday night.

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks.
Big timin' in a small town.
Stirrin' it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up:
Hillbilly deluxe.

Instrumental Break.

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks.
Big timin' in a small town.
Stirrin' it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up:
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.

Instrumental fade.