Never heard of a creek, we called it a creek
And folks in town, they called us hicks
What’s a violin? I thought it was a fiddle
That’s what you get growing up
In the middle of somewhere in the hemistatic
That boy taught me every song he could
Three and the truth, just Hank
weren’t rich, we weren’t poor
weren’t we weren’t old floors
weren’t we weren’t hillbilly
we was country
I ain’t old, I’m old enough
To know where third gear sat in a three-speed truck
You ain’t worked hard if you ain’t got a blister
And there’s a mighty big between supper and dinner
weren’t rich, we weren’t poor
weren’t we weren’t old floors
weren’t we weren’t hillbilly
we was country
weren’t rich, we weren’t poor
weren’t we weren’t old floors
weren’t we weren’t hillbilly
we was country
we was country
