Friday, September 30, 2011

Whisky Falls Hellbillies Lyrics

I was unable to successfully locate these lyrics anywhere... but this is too good a song to ignore. Here is my interpretation...



Hellbillies
        by Whiskey Falls





Hey, y'all                             Crank that fiddle
Turn your face drum up    Let's meet in the middle
It's a honky-tonk                Way down by the river
'Cuse we're loud, proud,   redneck raisin' Hellbillies
We're raisin' Hell-billies

Baby we're born in the boondocks     Way down in the hollow
Everybody here's                               Gotta work for the dollar
Hole in the ground                             From our jacked-up trucks
'Cus we bent all the steel                   Tryin' to light it up
Girls in the back                                 Of the flat-bed shakin'
Little tank-tops                                   With their donky-donks bakin'
Catfish frying                                      Jumping out of the pan
With the cold beer chillin'                    In the garbage can

   And the ribs on the fire
   And the corn cakes flippin'
   Moonshine buzz
   And a little skinny dipping 

   [Boing]

Hey, y'all                            Crank that fiddle
Turn your face drum up     Let's meet in the middle
It's a honky-tonk               Way down by the river
Where the party never ends

Hey, y'all,                            The fish are jumping
Bodies getting close         And the party's pumping
Lightin' it up                      Gettin' stone cold silly
'Cuse we're loud, proud, redneck raisin' Hellbillies
We're raisin' Hell-billies

Tearing it up                    As the dirt goes flying
Mud on the tines             Of the four we're riding
Son of a gun                    To Hell with 'em
Just to have a little fun

With the girls in the short shorts     Turning your head
And the paintball shots                    Flying by your head
And the redneck roughneck            Backwoods party
Boys in the trucks                             And the girls showing body

   Long legs hotter
   Than a hot buttered biscuit
   Y'all come along
   'Cuse you don't want to miss it   [Boing]

Hey, y'all,                              Crank that fiddle
Turn your face drum up       Let's meet in the middle
It's a honky-tonk                 Way down by the river
Where the party never ends

Hey, y'all,                             The fish are jumping
Bodies getting close          And the party's pumping
Lightin' it up                        Gettin' stone cold silly
'Cuse we're loud, proud, redneck raisin' Hellbillies
We're raising Hell-billies

When the sun goes down    We turn the truck lights on
Goin' to strip it on down      Get the party on
We got Whiskey Falls         On the radio
Let's turn it up                       And watch..  it.. FLOW!!

[Guitar solo]

Hey, y'all,                             Crank that fiddle
Turn your face drum up      Let's meet in the middle
It's a honky-tonk                Way down by the river
Where the party never ends

Hey, y'all,                            The fish are jumping
Bodies getting close         And the party's pumping
Lightin' it up                      Gettin' stone cold silly
'Cuse we're loud, proud, redneck raisin'...

Hey, y'all,                             Crank that fiddle
Turn your face drum up      Let's meet in the middle
It's a honky-tonk                Way down by the river
Where the party never ends

Hey, y'all,                            The fish are jumping
Bodies getting close         And the party's pumping
Lightin' it up                      Gettin' stone cold silly

'Cuse we're LOUD, PROUD, REDNECK  RAISIN' HELLBILLIES
WE'RE RAISING HELL-BILLIES