Hillbilly Introduction
For all who have been wondering
I'm from the hills of Tennessee
I was raised a country boy
And as hillbilly as can be
My bathroom was an outhouse
And I lived on an old dirt road
We had no running water
And splinters on our comode
My Grandpa was a moonshiner
And I've smoked a corncob pipe
I've done a lot of hunting
And even tried hunting snipe
We kept our food in a smokehouse
And even had a chicken coop
Sometimes I had to go out there
And clean up all their poop
We had a lot of livestock
So we processed our own meat
And yes, sometimes in the summer,
I'd run around in bare feet
My neighbors lived down the road a piece
With no street lights to light our way
I walked home by the moonlight
But I knew it would be okay
Anyway, that's my story
So I know the hillbilly way
When you have those mountain roots
Then somehow you never stray
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