"Hillbilly Billionaires" lyrics

Grandaddy's daddy's daddy had a Caddy
That he traded for some land a hundred years ago
Bought a couple cows then pulled a couple plows
And he learned how to turn that dirt into rows
To plant that seed, growing green beans
Six feet weed and sweet yellow corn
He didn't even know it but man he got it going
And now we're all blowing that Breakthrough corn

With ponds and pastures, trucks and tractors
Four-wheel drives in every John Deere make
Cattle guards and gates, bales of hay
Stack slack full in the barn
As long as we pray and the Lord sends rain
We got it made way out here
We got grain in our fields and our billfolds y'all
We're hillbilly billionaires

The man at the bank knows us by name
But it ain't what you think, we don't owe him a dime
And everyone in town likes to come out
And just hang around on a Friday night

They all want what we got

With ponds and pastures, trucks and tractors
Four-wheel drives in every John Deere make
Cattle guards and gates, bales of hay
Stack slack full in the barn
As long as we pray and the Lord sends rain
We got it made way out here
We got grain in our fields and our billfolds y'all
We're hillbilly billionaires

Oh, come on boys

You can be broke as a joke 'bout anywhere
And still feel like a hillbilly billionaire

With ponds and pastures, trucks and tractors
Four-wheel drives in every John Deere make
Cattle guards and gates, bales of hay
Stack slack full in the barn
As long as we pray and the Lord sends rain
We got it made way out here
We got grain in our fields and our billfolds y'all
We're hillbilly billionaires

We're all deep-fried red white blue collar certified
Hillbilly billionaires

Yee-haw