Hillbilly Girl Songtext

von Jason Blaine

Imagine a rusty old pickup truck from '85
A crack in the windshield and a dent down the side
Out on an old dirt road, a thundercloud of dust is blowin'
Them muddy tires are makin' gravel fly.
There's an angel right behind the wheel with sun-tanned legs and cowgirl boots
Jaw-droppin', tank-toppin', try to stop me attitude

My hill, hillbilly girl,
She's a two-steppin', chance-takin', hell-raisin', love-makin'
Hill, hillbilly girl, she's a firecracker, ain't no doubt,
No way I could live without my hot little hillbilly girl

She don't like the city cause she can't see the starry skies,
Can't hear the crickets or the river rollin' by
Her idea of heaven is a field of wild flowers growin'
She goes crazy for a Saturday night.
She's as soft as cotton candy,
She's the trigger on a loaded gun,
Sweet dream, bee sting, everything rolled into one

My hill, hillbilly girl,
She's a two-steppin', chance-takin', hell-raisin', love-makin'
Hill, hillbilly girl, she's a firecracker, ain't no doubt,
No way I could live without my hot little hillbilly girl

My hill, hillbilly girl,
She's a two-steppin', chance-takin', hell-raisin', love-makin'
Hill, hillbilly girl, she's a firecracker, ain't no doubt,
No way I could live without my hot little hillbilly girl

Yeah, she's a firecracker, ain't no doubt,
I just thank the Lord I found my hot little hillbilly girl