Hillbillies (love it in the hay)

Hillbillies (love it in the hay) Lyrics

Hillbillies love it in the hay.

Tractor's parked out in the yard.
I say you an' me take it down to the barn.
Pull it inside and climb to the top,
Spread out a blanket in a favorite spot.
Pitch that pitchfork out the way:
Hillbillies love it in the hay.

Grab that bottle of strawberry wine,
Plate full of chicken an' some of that pie.
We could be there all night long:
You know how we get when we get it on.
Up in the loft down yonder way, (Whaddya say?)
Hillbillies love it in the hay.

Let me down on a bed of gold.
Roll me 'round till the cows come home.
Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass:
Hillbillies like it like that.

Sun's comin' up and the rooster crows:
Hound dog chewin' on a chicken bone. (A chicken bone.)
You an' me just havin' a ball. (Yeeee-ha.)
That's a good thing that ol' mule can't talk. (For goodness.)
Ain't no tellin' what he might say.
Hillbillies love it in the .... AW-EE .... hay.

Let me down on a bed of gold.
Roll me 'round till the cows come home.
Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass: (Aw, yes.)
Hillbillies like it like that.

Bass instrumental break.

Hey Hillbilly; Hey Hillbilly. (Y'all know what we're talkin' about.)
Hey Hillbilly; Hey Hillbilly.