Hillbilly On - Billy Ray Cyrus

From the hills of Virginia

To the halls of Tennessee

I’ve been latching in my soul

With my roots they all run deep

From the cold mines to the moonshine

All the way down to Cherokee

That smoke that burns makes my spirit turn

And the way things ought to be

And we keep on rolling

We keep rocking, yeah

Well it’s alright, ok to be wrong

Y’all come along, get your hillbilly on

Let’s get something brewing just me and you

Out to the watered hall

mocking around

Let’s do some fishing and some big time wishing

Maybe drink a little sip

Let’s get high and swing through the air

And maybe a skinny dip

And we keep on rolling

We keep rocking, yeah

Well it’s alright, ok to be wrong

Y’all come along, get your hillbilly on

We saddle up baby

Let’s ride all night beneath the stars above

Heaven awaits, don’t hesitate

It’s a hell of a night for love

And we get to rocking

We keep rolling, yeah

Well it’s alright, ok to be wrong

Y’all come along, get your hillbilly on