The Hillbilly Blues

High ho Hill Bill is singing the hillbilly blues It’s not a bad life, yet, not one that I’d choose He’s wailing like a cat with a pinched big toe Singing the blues up and down in summer and snow. They found me under a spoiled apple tree I was never a good boy, no one wanted me. My daddy ran off with the housewife next door. I looked just like him, so my behind was always sore! My mom took his discretions out of my little hide. I was never welcome in the house, or anywhere inside. My bed was in the barn, I slept with a mouse and a cow. Being grunted at by a gas-passing horse and a worse passing sow. It’s not a bad life, yet not one that I’d choose. This is why I am forever singing the hillbilly blues. I want to get on tv, or at least the afternoon news. But no one wants me except for liquor and booze.