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TRICK PONY
Written by Ira Dean and Anthony Smith Here's a story 'bout the under-dog. One dollar, five digits an a piebald. A hundred million bucks ridin' on that ticket. Here's what happens when a redneck hits it. Kick it!. He jumped up an' he tore off his Texaco shirt. He didn't give a notice, just walked off work. Ran straight to the bank to collect his money: Says: "I'll take it in cash an' nothin' bigger than a twenty." Now the kinfolks say: "Man, it don't make sense. "He's still livin' with his Mamma but he won't pay rent. "He got a high definition television in his trailer. "He's rigs in the trunk for stealin' cable from his neighbour." Oh yeah. Well, he's hillbilly rich. Hillbilly rich. Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks. Well, look at him now, he's hillbilly rich. Now the farmer scracthed his head an' said: "You must be kiddin'." When his tractor's standin' still but the revs a-keep a-spinnin'. He got the front end bouncin' from the air-suspension, A few tees in the bags in case he once a-wants fishin'. That's hillbilly rich. Hillbilly rich. Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks. Well, look at him now, man, he's hillbilly rich. Instrumental Break. (So, yeah.) Well, he's hillbilly rich. Hillbilly rich. Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks. Well, look at him now, man he's hillbilly rich. Hillbilly rich. Hillbilly rich. That boy's hillbilly rich. Hillbilly. Did I mention, dune dogs, shotguns, an' tree stands. I wanna shoot something. Boon doggy.
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