country song about the cincinnati hillbillys

[Intro – strummed acoustic guitar, soft fiddle hum] Red dirt roads and firefly glow Cincinnati hills where we call home [Verse 1 – fingerpicked acoustic, gentle harmonica riff] We got a pickup truck with a rusted tailgate Porch swing swayin' to a country tape Mama’s cookin’ beans on the wood stove flame Daddy’s tellin’ stories ’bout the old coal train [Pre-Chorus – building fiddle, light snare tap] We don’t need no city lights to shine Got our own kind of magic in this county line [Chorus 1 – full band, foot-stomping rhythm, soaring fiddle] We’re the Cincinnati Hillbillys, wild and free Singin’ old songs under the oak tree Whiskey in a mason jar, stars above This is where we live, this is where we love [Interlude – fiddle solo, bouncy acoustic strum] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2 – banjo addition, steady bass line] Saturday nights we dance in the barn Boots scuffin’ floors till the break of dawn Preacher man says we’re a little too loud But we just laugh and pass the jug around [Pre-Chorus 2 – layered harmonies, tighter snare] We don’t care ’bout what the city folks say We got our own little piece of heaven today [Chorus 2 – amplified vocals, harmonica solo break] We’re the Cincinnati Hillbillys, rough and true Raisin’ hell with the ones we knew Moonlight on the cornfield, wind in our hair Ain’t no place on earth we’d rather be there [Bridge – stripped-back acoustic, soft harmonies] We’ve got scars on our hands and dirt on our boots Got a love for this land that we can’t lose When the world gets too loud, we come on home To the Cincinnati hills where we belong [Final Chorus – full band with call-and-response, maximum energy] We’re the Cincinnati Hillbillys, proud and strong Singin’ our songs all night long Dogs barkin’ at the midnight moon This is our home, this is our tune [Outro – fading acoustic guitar, final fiddle note] Red dirt roads and firefly glow Cincinnati hills where we call home