Hayseed Lyrics

Back in the country out passed the county line
Banjo pickin� just sippin� on that moonshine
Coon huntin� and late nights, four-wheeling
Fast lovin� in Trans Am with tires squealing.

I never cared too much for the big towns
I like them county fairs and summer hoedowns
In them hills back home is where the party�s jumpin�
Take a ride with me and son, I�ll show you something.

(1st Chorus)
I like my living just a little bit rowdy
I take my women just a little too loud
I play my music just a little bit country
Hangin� out with a hillbilly crowd
Now, some may say I�m the last of a dying breed
I�m just a hayseed.

When I go out people staring up at my girl
In them denim skirts just puffin� on a Marlboro
She comes from Georgia raised on beans and barbecue
Looking good in her boots and bulldog tattoo.

Never had a itchin� for the city life
She�d rather run with me beneath the moonlight
The weekend comes we�re looking for a good time
She winks at me, hell no, I don�t mind.

(2nd Chorus)
I like my living just a little bit rowdy
I take my women just a little too loud
I play my music just a little bit country
Getting down with that hillbilly crowd
Now, some may say I�m the last of a dying breed
I�m just a hayseed.

Bass fishin�, parkin� and a cow tippin�
Mud boggin� and moonlight, a skinny dippin�.

(3rd Chorus)
I like my living just a little bit rowdy
I take my women just a little too loud
I play my music just a little bit country
Raisin� hell with that hillbilly crowd
Now, some may say I�m the last of a dying breed
I�m just a hayseed.

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