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I was readin that other guys chords, and he sucks. these are mostly right.
FWell, I gotta friend in New York City FHe's never heard of Conway Twitty GDon't know nothin' bout' grits and greens FNever been south of QueenGs FBut he flew down here on a buissness trip FI took him Honky Tonkin' and that was it GHe took to it like a pig to mud, Flike a cow to cudd G
Chorus:
FWe all got a Hillbilly Bone down deep inside FIt doesn't matter where your from, ya just can't hide it GWhen the band starts bangin' and the fiddle saws Fya can't help a hollarin Ga ye-haw Fwhen ya see those pretty little country queens Fman ya gotta admit that it's in them genes GAint nothin wrong , just gettin' on Fyour 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)