Hillbilly Bone

written by Luke Laird, Craig Wiseman

Oh man, you've got to watch where you're steppin’ around here

Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of Conway Twitty
Don't know nothin’ about grits and greens
Never been south of Queens
But he flew down here on a business trip
I took him honky tonkin’ and that was it
He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cud

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts bangin’ and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin’ “Yee Haw!”
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it’s in them genes
Ain’t nothing wrong, just gettin’ on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Ah, preach about hillbilly to ‘em, Blake.

Listen to this.

Nah, you aren’t got to be born out in the sticks
With an F-150 and a 30-06
Or have a bubba in the family tree
To get on down with me
Yeah, bubba, all you need is an open mind
If it fires you up you got to let it shine
When it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Come on, come on, come on

You ain’t alone
You ain’t alone

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts bangin’ and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin’ “Yee Haw!”
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it’s in them genes
Ain’t nothing wrong, just gettin’ on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Come on y'all

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts bangin’ and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin’ “Yee Haw!”
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it’s in them genes
Ain’t nothing wrong, just gettin’ on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Well, there it is
I’ve always wanted to sing a bone song

written by Rhett Akins, Dallas Davidson, Jon Stone

Tearin’ down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin’
Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
And a cold one in my lap
Earnhardt sticker behind my head
And my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin’
The radio's rockin’, "Country Boy Can Survive"
If you got a problem with that (ha ha)
You can kiss my country ass

Well, I love turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin’ but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up & down my arms
And deer heads over my bed
My Granddaddy fought in World War Two
My Daddy went to Vietnam
And I ain’t scared to grab my gun
And fight for my homeland
If you don't love the American flag
Well, you can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, come on, stand up, and raise your glass
But if you ain’t down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass
Aw yeah!

Awwwww yeah

Well, there's a whole lot of high-class people out there
That's lookin’ down on me
Cause the country club where I belong
Is the Honky Tonk til three in the morning
Don't wear no fancy clothes
No ties or three piece suits
You can find me in my camouflage cap
My t-shirt and cowboy boots
If that don't fit your social class
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, come on, stand up, and raise your glass
But if you aren’t down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass

Well, I'm a front-porch sittin’
Guitar pickin’, moonshine sippin’
‘Bacca juice spittin’ country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin’
And outlaw women, and I wouldn't change if I could
I ain’t trying to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
Stay the hell outta mine
If you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass

I said if you got a problem with any of that
You can kiss my natural born, redneck to the bone
Ever-lovin’ country ass

written by Lee Brice, Jerrod Niemann, Jon Stone

You always get dolled up for your party
Good thing your birthday only comes once a year
Cause you always forget that you're so small
You can't take all that alcohol
And you wind up over my shoulder and into the car

But you'll always be beautiful
You'll always be beautiful
To me

I don't care if your hair's a mess from the night before
Your head aches and you’re fussin’ and cussin’ the sun
The makeup you had on your face
Is now all over your pillow case
And you're curled up under the covers into a ball

But you'll always be beautiful
You'll always be beautiful
To me

So baby, don't you ever doubt
When father time starts drawing out
Those lines around your eyes

Cause you'll always be
You'll always be beautiful
You'll always be beautiful
To me

Yeah, you’ll always be
Always beautiful
Beautiful to me

written by Rhett Akins, Ben Hayslip, Jimmy Yeary

I saw you sittin’ there sippin’ red wine down at Causen Mills (?)
I knew you'd probably be outta my league
but I thought, what the hell? (Aw, what the hell)
Five dollars a glass was kickin’ my butt
But I kept on buyin’
I kind of thought you were into me
So I kept on tryin’
To get them sparks a-flyin’

In my forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
All I had to my name was a big old truck
And a little old place
I couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you
But I can't afford not to

I asked you if you ever stared up at the stars from a tailgate
Down by the river with a six pack
You said no, but it sure sounds great
You climbed up in my old truck
Sittin’ right beside me
I cranked up a country song
And you started smilin’
Yeah, this old boy was stylin’

In my forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
Yeah, I missed work for three days
Kissin' on you, didn't get paid
I couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you
But I can't afford not to

We’ve been together ever since that night
You're still in love with that same old guy
That same old guy
Broke guy

In my forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
Yeah, we set a date for next spring
Workin’ two jobs, pickin’ out rings
I can't help but think
I can't afford to love you
I can't afford to love you
But I can't afford not to

I can't afford not to
Love on you

written by Blake Shelton

I knew the moment that you walked in
You were lookin’ for your old friend
Well, here I am
It ain’t no big surprise
You got a broken heart to kill
Tired of knowin’ how it feels
When you learn you been livin’
A lie

Oh, and ain’t that a shame
You shouldn't feel such pain

But you can't blame no one but you, Delilah
For what you find when you never ever look around
Reach out for the one right here beside ya
And find the one that's never going to let you down

Mm, mm, mm

So go ahead and take your shot
Drink your whiskey on the rocks
And tell me how
You'll never find the one
But Lord knows it hurts me bad
Every time I see ya sad
Knowin’ that my love
Goes on and on

Oh, it just ain’t right
You're alone tonight

But you can't blame no one but you, Delilah
For what you find when you never ever look around
Reach out for the one right here beside ya
And find the one that's never going to let you down

Mm, mm, mm

You can't blame no one but you, Delilah
For what you find when you never ever look around
Reach out for the one right here beside you
And find the one that's never going to let you down

Mm, mm, mm

I knew the moment that you walked in
You were looking for your old friend
Well, here I am
It ain’t no big surprise

written by Clint Lagerberg, Craig Wiseman

I played some Stones and Skynyrd songs
Last night on the jukebox
And I'm gettin' back to hatin' me some soft rock
I don't almost reck' seein' if that’s you
Every time a midnight blue Pontiac
Pulls into the parkin' lot
Believe it or not

I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna break his nose when I see you with another guy
I'm kind of okay
With you out of my life
I'm absotively, posolutely, almost alright

Alright

I took down most the magnets
And pictures of us in Cabo
I forgot my ‘fridgerator was avocado (what?)
And I still might call every now and then
Way too late, just checkin' in
Tellin' you how good it’s been to let go
Aww, and baby to let you know

I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna break his nose when I see you with another guy
I’ll be kind of okay
In another couple of Bud Lights
I'm absotively, posolutely, almost alright

I might get a little sideways
Yeah, but what do you expect?
I might have a few bad days
I'm figuring out it’s for the best

I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna break his nose when I see you with another guy
Would it be kind of okay
If I came by tonight?
Oh, I'm absotively, posolutely, almost alright
Yeah, I'm posolutely, absotutely almost alright

Alright
Almost alright
Hey, can I come over tonight, baby?
Ha ha!