Hillbillies love it in the hay.
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Tractor's parked out in the yard.
I say you an' me take it down to the barn.
Pull it inside and climb to the top,
Spread out a blanket in a favorite spot.
Pitch that pitchfork out the way:
Hillbillies love it in the hay.


Grab that bottle of strawberry wine,
Plate full of chicken an' some of that pie.
We could be there all night long:
You know how we get when we get it on.
Up in the loft down yonder way, 
(Whaddya say?)
Hillbillies love it in the hay.


Let me down on a bed of gold.
Roll me 'round till the cows come home.
Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass:
Hillbillies like it like that.


Sun's comin' up and the rooster crows:
Hound dog chewin' on a chicken bone. 
(A chicken bone.)
You an' me just havin' a ball. 
(Yeeee-ha.)
That's a good thing that ol' mule can't talk. 
(For goodness.)
Ain't no tellin' what he might say.
Hillbillies love it in the .... 
AW-EE .... hay.


Let me down on a bed of gold.
Roll me 'round till the cows come home.
Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass: 
(Aw, yes.)
Hillbillies like it like that.


Hey Hillbilly; Hey Hillbilly. 
(Y'all know what we're talkin' about.)
Hey Hillbilly; Hey Hillbilly.