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