By: Terry Burdette©2011
You know he liked hard women, kind that rolled their own cigarettes
Just as tough as the men whose empty pockets nearly beat em to death
Treat em like dirt
Toss em a bone
Wasn’t pretty to look at
But he was never alone
His daddy used to run whiskey
But what he’s cookin don’t need no still
He’s a hillbilly boy...fallin downhill
He could have plowed some dirt or dug a little coal
Lord if the work didn’t break his back, the boss would break his soul
Treat him like dirt
Toss him a bone
It wasn’t pretty to look at
So he just stayed home
His daddy used to run whiskey
But what he’s cookin don’t need no still
He’s a hillbilly boy...fallin downhill
You know his daddy worked hard... took him a wife
The liquor helped to pay the rent not a way of life
Corn by the bushel, or corn by the jar
Even kin folk won’t help you, if ya go too far
His daddy used to run whiskey
But what he’s cookin don’t need no still
He’s a hillbilly boy...fallin downhill