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I was readin that other guys chords, and he sucks. these are mostly right.
GWell, I gotta friend in New York City CHe's never heard of Conway Twitty DDon't know nothin' bout' grits and greens CNever been south of QueenDs GBut he flew down here on a buissness trip CI took him Honky Tonkin' and that was it DHe took to it like a pig to mud, Clike a cow to cudd D
Chorus:
GWe all got a Hillbilly Bone down deep inside CIt doesn't matter where your from, ya just can't hide it DWhen the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws Cya can't help a hollarin Da ye-haw Gwhen ya see those pretty little country queens Cman ya gotta admit that it's in them genes DAint nothin wrong , just gettin' on Gyour Hillbilly Bone-Ba-Bone-Ba-Bone-Bone
Verse 2:(SAME CHORDS AS VERSE 1) Well ya aint gotta be born out in the sticks with a F1-50 and a thirty odd six or have a Bubba in the family tree to get on down with me yeah Bubba all ya need is an open mind if it fires ya up, ya gotta let it shine when it feels so right that it can't be wrong C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, ya aint alone (ya aint alone) (REPEAT CHORUS) (REPEAT CHORUS AGAIN)