From Tennessee the shaky town,
that little boy did good.
He's got his name up in lights,
he's the top of Hollywood.
You take a boy out of the country,
and he's a country boy still.
He looks down at the city lights,
from his Hollywood hills.
He's a Hollywood hillbilly,
stearing along bearing willie, johnny cash and lefty,
down with a sunset in mind.
No he ain't one to try to hide it,
he's a southern man with southern pride.
That ridge runner just kickin back,
sippin' on the moonshine.
You know what;
he's gettin culture out there,
as you know he's a tribute to the stars.
Tinsle-touls's got tensle-ladies,
with tinsle sights on his car.
His belongings are little chickbutts,
and the apple of his eye.
Crippled dog and friends and family,
are always by his side.
He's a Hollywood hillbilly,
stearing along bearing willie, johnny cash and lefty,
down with a sunset in mind.
No he ain't one to try to hide it,
he's a southern man with southern pride.
That ridgerunner just kickin back,
sippin' on the moonshine.
That ridgerunner just kickin back,
kickin back,
kickin back,
(oh hand me that jar)
kickin back,
kickin back,
sippin' on the moonshine.
