Hillbillies - Hot Apple Pie

Tractors parked out in the yard

I say you and 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 and 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 (whatda say?)

Hillbillies love it in the hay

Lay me down on a bed of gold

Roll me round til 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 (chicken bone)

You and me just havin a ball

It’s a good thing that old mule can’t talk (good guess)

Ain’t no tellin what he might say

Hillbillies love it in the

HEY!

Lay me down on a bed of gold

Roll me round til the cows come home

Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass (aww yes)

Hillbillies like it like that

Hey Hillbilly, Hey Hillbilly,

Hey Hillbilly, Hey Hillbilly