I’ve taken you away from all your friends,
Your family is all around the world.
I lead you up the Hillbilly road,
To horse-flies and lizards.
But I’ve opened up your eyes to what you were,
Taken you back to nature.
Not clean, not ordered,
In fact it’s outa control.
Ch1: Hillbilly Road, the bush is outa sight
The world has got so make-believe you’re gonna die of fright
When you’re walkin’ in the tall grass or the forest at night
Hillbilly Road is holdin’ on tight.
Sometimes it doesn’t rain,
Then it rains too much.
Little troubles go away, when we touch.
It’s holdin’ on to freedom, to be the way it is.
It’s holdin’ on to what we all are losing
The world is pre-occupied with makin’ us all alike
Hillbilly Road is holdin’ on tight
Ch2: Hillbilly Road, the bush is outa sight
The world has got so virtual you’re gonna die of fright
When you’re walkin’ in the tall grass or the forest at night
Hillbilly Road is holdin’ on tight.
Hillbilly Road.

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