Thrillbilly Songtext
von Billy Ray Cyrus

Shootin′ at a beer can on a fence post
Drivin' to your girlfriend′s on a backhoe
Goin' skinny'dippin′ on an old wood dock
Startin′ up a bonfire with gasoline
Seein' who can get higher on a rope swing
Burnin′ up your new tires in the parkin' lot

Let me tell you right now
Just in case you don′t know

That's thrillbilly
Real hillbilly
That′s thrillbilly
'Til the cows come home
That's down-home style
Mixed with buck wild
So get on down and you′ll be proud of how you roll
That′s thrillbilly
That's thrillbilly


Flippin′ off a barn roof into a haystack
Sippin' on some homebrew, sittin′ outback
Thinkin' it′d be cool to build a submarine
Dragin' down a two lane with your lights off
Hoppin' on a freight train at a feed lot
Raisin′ you some Bill Cain in John Deere Green

Here′s come Bubba on his four-wheeler
Hey, man, y'all watch this

That′s thrillbilly
Real hillbilly
That's thrillbilly
′Til the cows come home
That's down-home style
Mixed with buck wild
So get on down and you′ll be proud of how you roll
That's thrillbilly
That's thrillbilly

Ouh, huh
C′mon, c′mon, c'mon
Huh, hu, huh, hu
Two, three, four


That′s thrillbilly
Real hillbilly
That's thrillbilly
′Til the cows come home
That's down-home style
Mixed with buck wild
So get on down and you′ll be proud of how you roll
That's thrillbilly
That's thrillbilly
Oh, hillbilly

So get on down and you′ll be proud of how you roll