Hank Williams III Follow

Hey, I’m tryin’ to get it on, on a Saturday night
I been workin’ too hard and I’m feelin’ uptight
I’m runnin’ and a gunnin’ all over this town
If I ain’t got luck… I got a good coon hound
I’m lookin’ for a wild time on Saturday night
And I just might find me a hillbilly wife
A friend on the hill, he’s makin’ moonshine
He said don’t forget to bring me that homemade wine
Well, we take a few shots and we hit them trails
There ain’t no troopers here to take us to jail
Well we’re up on the hill and were drinkin’ moonshine and we ain’t gotta worry bout the cops hittin’ dem’ blue lights...

Little bit proud cause I was born in the South
I wanna really pretty girl with a really pretty mouth
I’ll take her in the woods and show her how to shoot a can
When she grabs my hips, you know the South will rise again
But for now I’m just a hillbilly man with my jacked up truck and my jacked up van

They call me Toothpick on the CB Radio waves
If I get too tired you know the CB keeps me awake
I’m throwing lots of gravel, be the first to two tons
Might be a little work, but I think it’s fun
I’m four wheel drivin’ on a Saturday night
and I’m lookin’ for a girl who might wanna be my wife

Well I got my guitar and my hillbilly band
I got some real good dogs and a rent a little land
Well I don’t know if I’m gonna make it all the way
But I do it for the good doin’ it my own way

Well I got my guitar and my hillbilly band
I got some real good dogs and a rent a bit of land

Well lookin’ for a ride out there under that moon light
I been workin’ too hard and I hate to feel uptight
I’m a runnin’ and a gunnin all over this town
If I ain’t gotta luck I gotta good coon hound
 
Hey, I’m tryin’ to get it on, on a Saturday night
I been workin’ too hard and I’m feelin’ uptight
I’m runnin’ and a gunnin’ all over this town
If I ain’t got luck… I got a good coon hound
I’m lookin’ for a wild time on Saturday night
And I just might find me a hillbilly wife

A friend on the hill, he’s makin’ moonshine
He said don’t forget to bring me that homemade wine
Well, we take a few shots and we hit them trails
There ain’t no troopers here to take us to jail
Well we’re up on the hill and were drinkin’ moonshine and we ain’t gotta worry bout the cops hittin’ dem’ blue lights...
 
I’m a runnin’ and a gunnin’ on a Saturday night
And I just might find me a hillbilly wife