Hillbilly Life

Up on the ridge where the branches grow thick

We don't pay attention to the family tree trick

I look across the table at the face next to mine And

I wonder 'bout the branches of our family line (gasp)

Yes, I look at you and wonder in the morning light

Oh, I don't know if you're my daughter or my sister

But I sure do love to dance with you,

my little mister Yeah,

we're all so close in this valley deep Got secrets that the

mountains are gonna keep (yee-haw)

Uncle Jesse is my cousin,

or maybe he's my dad

He's the best darn guitar picker this county ever had

We don't need no papers,

we don't need no court Just a big pot of gumbo and

a front porch resort (hahaha)

And a banjo ringing till the break of day (yee-haw!)