IF YOU'RE A KENTUCKY HILLBILLY
AND THE MOST OF US SURE AS HECK ARE,
DRIVE AN OLD JAY-LOPY
THAT ISN'T MUCH OF A CAR !

PARTS OF THE RATTLE TRAP ARE MISSING
TIRES ARE NEARLY FLAT - FULL OF HOT AIR,
WIRED TOGETHER WITH BALING WIRE
BUT IT GETS US HERE FROM OVER THERE !

OUR OVERALLS ARE CLEAN AND CASUAL
KINDA RAGGED AROUND THE KNEE,
THEY ARE AIR CONDITION - EVEN IN THE WINTER
FOUND MINE IN A YARD SALE - I LIKE THEM, THEY FIT ME.

THEN THERE'S OUR STYLE OF SHOES
JUST FLAPPING IN THEM WE GO,
OFTEN EVEN STAPLED TOGETHER
AT THE HEEL AND IN THE END OF THE TOE.

BUT NOW THAT IT IS SUMMER
WE DON'T HAVE ANY ON,
JUST GO GALLIVANTING AROUND BARE FOOT
THEM SHOES DONE WORE OUT AND GONE.

WE PREFER FLANNEL SHIRTS TO WEAR
WITH LONG SLEEVES ROLLED UP,
CHAWING TOE-BAC-EE AND SPITTING OUT THE WINDOW
OF AN OLD DENTED RUSTY PICK-UP TRUCK.

WE GOTTA GO TO TOWN EVERY SATURDAY
THE MISSUS SHE GOTTA COME TOO,
SIT AROUND THE SQUARE WHETTING ON A STICK
ALL TEN KIDS AND MY HUNTING DOG OLE BLUE.

GOT TO GET BACK HOME IN THIS OLD WORN OUT VEHICLE
BEFORE THE SUN DECIDES TO SETTLE DOWN,
MOST OF THE LIGHTS ARE BROKEN - AIN'T WORKED FOR A SPELL
WHY EVEN THE HORN WON'T EVEN MAKE A SOUND !

WHEN I ARRIVE BACK TO THE HOME-PLACE
PROBABLY STRETCH MY LEGS - GO HUNTING WITH MY OLE HOUND,
PUT ON MY OTHER "SUIT OF WORK CLOTHES"
LET HIM CATCH SUNDAY DINNER BY SNIFFING THE GROUND.

I KNOW THERE'S AN OLD BIG OPOSSUM HIDING
RIGHT OVER THERE IN THAT OLD HOLLOW LOG,
BE ENOUGH FAT GREASY MEAT TO FEED THE YOUNGUNS
AND PLENTY LEFT OVER FOR THE DOG.

THERE'S LOTS OF WILD CRITTERS ROAMING ABOUT
THEY SOMETIMES STIR AND VISIT LATE AT NIGHT,
KEEP MY CHICKENS AND FATTENING HOGS IN A PEN,
SHOOT AT ANYTHING THAT COMES WITHIN GUN SIGHT.

SUNDAY AFTERNOONS WE GO DOWN TO THE PASTURE POND
TEST THE WATER WITH A BIG TOE,
JUMP RIGHT IN AND GO SKINNY DIPPING
MIGHT EVEN DO A LITTLE FISHING WITH A CANE POLE.

THERE'S NO BETTER CHOICE OF LIVING
THAN OUT IN THE COUNTRY - FAR AS YOU CAN GO,
WE'RE NOT RICH - JUST COUNTRY HICKS
LAID BACK, TAKING LIFE KINDA SLOW.

SITTING IN THE FRONT PORCH SWING
LISTENING TO MY OLE BAYING HOUND,
THERE AIN'T NOTHING PRETTIER THAN THAT
LATE AT NIGHT A LOW MOURNFUL SOUND.

I DO FEEL SORRY FOR ALL THOSE FOLKS IN TOWN
NEVER MILKED IN A BARN FULL OF MANURE,
STEPPING IN IT - GETTING IT ALL OVER YOUR BOOT
THEY AIN'T HANKERING TO MOVE NEAR HERE.

HAY RIDES ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
COON HUNTING WITH A LONG BARRELED GUN,
TRIPPING OVER A STUMP SMASHING YOUR NOSE
SOUNDS LIKE WE PROBABLY DO HAVE A LOT MORE FUN.

I WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE ANYWHERE ELSE
SO JUST GIVE ME THE COUNTRY LIFE RIGHT HERE,
SMALL TOWNS ARE HARD TO FIND ANYMORE
BUT A BIG CITY, I DON'T LIKE LIVING ANY WHERE NEAR.


Written...........September 2, 2008
I've lived in the country and way back in the mountains, nearly all
my life. I've lived in the big city and I do not care for all the
noise and other activities that goes on. I just like living where
I'm at and enjoy every day of country life. Sharing space with wild
critters is no trouble at all.


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