I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world
He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl
Cocks his hat to the side in his Grandmas ride
Pumpin nothin but bass
He says things like, Dawg, are you down with that
And, Dont that fly girl got some back
And I feel so doggone outta place
When he says,
Holler back when you get back home
I say, The only holler back that I know is
In that holler back in the woods
Where the country folks got it so good
Homebrewed, homegrown
Where the wild seeds a get sown
Its a blast from the past
All the cowgirls shakin their sassafras
Let out a howl if ya feel like ya gotta
If you wanna go on back to the holler
Holler back
Take a left off the Interstate
Go ten miles
Take a right on Farm Road 99
And just roll til the blacktop ends
Ya see Mary Jo rockin that front porch swing
Bikini top and them cut-off jeans
And thats where Hillbilly Heaven begins
Ah, shell pour ya some of that cherry wine
Boy, youre guaranteed to have yourself
One hell of a time