Hillbilly Rules

Lyrics

Yeah son… You're on my stool. This is a bar… Not a school. When I'm done… You can move. It's not that hard… Just follow the rules. Some call us redneck… That's hard to refuse. We say hillbilly… That's kinda cool. But what comes next… Is all up to you. Mind your step… Here are the rules. Respect is first… And all it invokes. Then comes defend… Stay at your post. Live & let be… Praise God the most. For kin & country… Our hillbilly oath. Everyone here… Is settled & set. Life road em hard… Then put away wet. Pride & beer… Are what we have left. With all the scars… And a few regrets. In here we matter… We follow the rules. Out there we scatter… Some of us fools. I hear the chatter… But stay on my stool. With pride & swagger… Grandma approves. Respect is first… And all it invokes. Then comes defend… Stay at your post. Live & let be… Praise God the most. For kin & country… Our hillbilly oath. In time we all die… But I choose to live. With God as my guide… Each day I forgive. In here I decide… Just how to live. High is my pride… And all that it gives. While your here… Still next to me. In this bar… Of hillbilly's. My gift so far… My pride you see. But pay for your beer… That's not free. Respect is first… And all it invokes. Then comes defend… Stay at your post. Live & let be… Praise God the most. For kin & country… Our hillbilly oath.