I never cut tobacco in the hills of Tennessee. An’ I ain’t got a moonshine still, But I still love to smoke an’ drink. No I never ate dinner from a wood burnin’ stove, Or rode bareback in a rodeo: You wanna see the redneck side of me, Give me a six-string flat-top guitar, Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar. Show me to the stage an’ set me free. An’ I’ll sing all night, till the…