North Louisiana on a Saturday night I was sittin’ in the glow of the dashboard lights I’ll never forget I was 6 years old When I heard it comin’ out of daddy’s radio Come out of my seat and said ‘son of a gun’ Daddy said naw that’s the Opry son
I heard the crowd start screamin’ And I started dreamin’ Of one day runnin’ With a hillbilly band
Bought a guitar, learned a few chords Found a few guys and a beat up Ford Pretty girls would come from miles around Like bees to honey to hear that sound All we could afford was bread and mayonnaise Living for the moment when we’d hit that stage
And hear the crowd start screamin’ Man you ain’t livin’ Til you go runnin’ With a hillbilly band
I came to Nashville, they liked my songs I got a bus 45 feet long Bought a house to put a gold record on the wall Funny thing is I’m hardly there at all The money, the cars, you can have that stuff Just give me what I love
To hear the crowd start screamin’ To the song that I’m singin’ The one about runnin’ With a hillbilly band
Hillbilly band, yeah, a hillbilly band, oh, it’s a hillbilly band