where you hear me yell. That hillbilly high lonesome sound. Raisin' hell with a rebel yell, just turn that music up if I get too loud. Bring me another round Yeah, there's a place in the whiskey
talking, mama, I can hear. Your voice, it tickles down inside of my ear. I feel a tropical vacation this year,. Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear. I think Jamaican in the moonlight. Sandy beaches