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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Shelton
Lead Vocals
Trace Adkins
Vocals
Craig Wiseman
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Carole Rabinowitz
Cello
Greg Morrow
Drums
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Gordon Mote
Piano
Jennifer Zuffinetti
Background Vocals
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
Eric Darken
Percussion
Ron Sorbo
Steel Drum
Charlie Judge
Synthesizer
Betsy Lamb
Viola
Connie Ellisor
Violin
Pam Sixfin
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Wiseman
Songwriter
Luke Laird
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Hendricks
Producer
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Allen Parker
Assistant Engineer
Jacob Murray
Assistant Engineer
Nick Spezia
Assistant Engineer
Steph Dufresne
Assistant Engineer
Todd Tidwell
Assistant Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Steve Blackmon
Assistant Engineer
Steve Crowder
Assistant Engineer
Tre Nagella
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Here we go
Yeaaaah
Hahahaha
Oh man, you've gotta 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' 'bout 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
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle sobs
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 jeans
Ain't nothin' wrong, just gettin' on
Your hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Ah, preach about hillbilly to 'em Blake
Listen to this
Nah, you ain't gotta be born out in the sticks
With a F-150 and a 30 ought 6
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 gotta 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
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle sobs
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 jeans
Ain't nothin' 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
When the band starts bangin' and the fiddle sobs
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 jeans
Ain't nothin' 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 always wanted to sing a bone song
Hahahaha
Writer(s): Craig Michael Wiseman, Luke Robert Laird
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