From Tennessee the shaky town,that little boy did good.He’s got his name up in lights,he’s the top of Hollywood.You take a boy out of the country,and he’s a country boy still.He looks down at the city lights,from his Hollywood hills.He’s a Hollywood hillbilly,stearing along bearing willie, johnny cash and lefty,down with a sunset in mind.No he ain’t one to try to hide it,he’s a southern man with southern pride.That ridge runner just kickin back,sippin’ on the moonshine.You know what;he’s gettin culture out there,as you know he’s a tribute to the stars.Tinsle-touls’s got tensle-ladies,with tinsle sights on his car.His belongings are little chickbutts,and the apple of his eye.Crippled dog and friends and family,are always by his side.He’s a Hollywood hillbilly,stearing along bearing willie, johnny cash and lefty,down with a sunset in mind.No he ain’t one to try to hide it,he’s a southern man with southern pride.That ridgerunner just kickin back,sippin’ on the moonshine.That ridgerunner just kickin back,kickin back,kickin back,(oh hand me that jar)kickin back,kickin back,sippin’ on the moonshine.