Hillbilly Heaven - Charlie Farley

You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco

So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)

You can find me in the back of a short bed truck

Jacked up with the engines revvin'

Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)

Fly line, Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven

My rebel ways got «don't tread on me» flags on the front porch

Modern day Jesse James, oh yeah, I keep them guns boy

In a beat up Chevy with dust flyin' off them tires

I am headed out to the levy where we gonna get wild (Oh yeah)

Spendin' all day and night in a place I call paradise

See, this heaven on earth, I’m livin' in it on the side

All these backwoods boys and girls are gettin' lit, twistin' fists

Shootin' shit, and I ain’t talkin' whiskey (Ha)

It’s lights out 'cause we shoot the moon, throwin' down in the middle of the

mud pit

I know it might sound crazy to you but it ain’t to me 'cause I love it out here

Buckin' like we ridin' mules, break out that Yeti, crank the sounds,

let me hit the tunes, hillbilly heaven

You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)

Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me)

You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco

So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)

You can find me in the back of a short bed truck

Jacked up with the engines revvin'

Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)

Fly line, Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven

It ain’t about what you got or how much money that cost

Just get your hands on a grill, get you some meat and some sauce

Surround yourself with them folks, familiar faces with jokes

Embracin' bread with the people that look at you as a equal

Take care of your younger bucks, you might be somebody’s hero

You gotta show when to hold when to fold and when not to

And if the bullshit ever hits the fan then we got you

Say your prayer before you go to sleep and God does too

The world may get ugly but some of us still believe

In hillbilly heaven on earth so don’t wait until you leave

Just treat your neighbors like brothers, lay all that hate down to rest

Let’s enjoy one another and that’s how you pass the test

You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)

Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me)

You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco

So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)

You can find me in the back of a short bed truck

Jacked up with the engines revvin'

Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)

Fly line (Woo) Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven

Lay out the asphalt, there’s a one lane bridge you gotta cross (Cross)

And there ain’t no way to get lost 'cause the road runs into paradise (Paradise)

You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)

Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me)

You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco

So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)

You can find me in the back of a short bed truck

Jacked up with the engines revvin'

Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)

Fly line (Woo) Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven