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Rockin' this stage, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
Momma always said that I wouldn’t go too far
These are my roots, now she don’t miss me Cuttin' it loose, sing a little Dixie
I’m a hillbilly rockstar
Hillbilly rockstar, party with a stocked bar
Killin' competition run your mouth and get you dropped hard Runnin' with the
Bull and I will tell you, you won’t get far
You think there’s soap in my mouth the way the bull spits bars
I been round the world, a gypsy on the run
I done drank so much whiskey I got barley on my tongue
I’m a fail a breathalyzer if it’s later than five
No more drinking Budweiser they don’t pay me a dime
I done rocked every party with my flip flops on Mohawk on the top but the sides stay gone
And I got enough ink to paint a new Mona Leese
Put the bull in the picture call it Mona the beast
Take that picture that you painted, go and get you a frame
Bring it back to me baby, let me sign my name
Van Gogh with my lyrics and my paint goes far
There will never be another, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
Rockin' this stage, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
Momma always said that I wouldn’t go too far
These are my roots, now she don’t miss me Cuttin' it loose, sing a little Dixie
I’m a hillbilly rockstar
Ashtray breath, woke up around noon
Hillbilly rockstar, my own cartoon
But I ain’t leaping skyscrapers in a single bound
And I’m slower than a bullet but the talk of the town
I’m not an action figure, I’m just bigger than they thought
And I’m not a role model and I can’t be bought
I done paved my own lane from the sticks to a stage
I played my own game til I twitched in a rage
I degrade my own brain and fixed it with tape
I made my own fame now I fit in this cape
It’s SUPER Bull, no you won’t get far
Now this hicks out here saying «he's a hillbilly rockstar»
Tell me different, you can look at my stats
My knees are getting weak from hauling y’all on my back
I’m the trailer park mayor, a scum bags finest
Hands in the air, you’re redneck highness
Old caddy driver with my top dropped down
I got some horns on the hood, boss hogs in town
Load the stage with some stacks and flip me a mic
Watch the party stay packed til the end of the night
I got nothing to prove, I got nothing to lose
I got jiffy feet baby, I don’t rock no shoes
In my lawn chair drunk, smoking cheap cigars
Yeaaaaaaa I’m a hillbilly rockstar
Rockin' this stage, I’m a hillbilly rockstar
Momma always said that I wouldn’t go too far
These are my roots, now she don’t miss me Cuttin' it loose, sing a little Dixie
I’m a hillbilly rockstar