2 acessos
F Well, I gotta friend in New York City F He's never heard of Conway Twitty G Don't know nothin' bout' grits and greens F G Never been south of Queens F But he flew down here on a buissness trip F I took him Honky Tonkin' and that was it G He took to it like a pig to mud, F G like a cow to cudd Chorus: F We all got a Hillbilly Bone down deep inside F It doesn't matter where your from, ya just can't hide it G When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws F G ya can't help a hollarin a ye-haw F when ya see those pretty little country queens F man ya gotta admit that it's in them genes G Aint nothin wrong , just gettin' on F your Hillbilly Bone-Ba-Bone-Ba-Bone-Bone Verse 2:(SAME CHORDS AS VERSE 1) Well ya aint gotta be born out in the sticks with a F1-50 and a thirty odd six or have a Bubba in the family tree to get on down with me yeah Bubba all ya need is an open mind if it fires ya up, ya gotta let it shine when it feels so right that it can't be wrong C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, ya aint alone (ya aint alone) (D PEAT CHORUS) (D PEAT CHORUS AGAIN)