, once there was a time in this rock 'n' roll dream This here town would rip apart at the seams Now, I'm out of money and Billy's out of work Eddie's
're headed Straight up to Butte, Montana Singin' "Lord, I Was Born a Ramblin' Man" California to Oregon Even New York City got one or two hill billies
of living in Buttholeville Tired of my job and my wife Lucille Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil Tired of my '68 Bonneville Working down at Billy Bob
catfight broke up, the band broke in Did some hagglin' and hankerin' some cash When somebody's cousin that nobody knew Yelled, "What's with this hill-billy
like to get ya Billy, they don't like you to be so free. Campin' out all night on the berenda Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill
America, up in America Well now they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on Pauper's Hill
, uhh huh, uhh huh When niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot Yo half the spot got locked What? Who got shot? My little nigga Bill from down the hill
hill after another but I've climbed them all one by one But this time Lord you gave me a mountain a mountain that I may never climb It isn't a hill any
, hit me a 5-1-6, what's a 5-1-6? Long Island, you dumb bitch When it comes to this my style flows free like Willy Watch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy
And there's sweet Sue with a new tattoo Wearin' them low cut jeans Long legged babo is dancin' on the table Slams like the poker machine Here comes Billy, comin' down from the hill
out of control Alan freed grabbed a mike and called it rock and roll They started bandstand in philly back in '55 And elvis rock-a-billy brought memphis
Sam we'll pay him off You can catch a ride when you get to the black-top road Don't forget the coffee Billy Joe" Me and Quentin went back on the hill
New Orleans And old Chicago?s bright as day I?m stuck in Spokane in a motel room Lord, I wish I had a Dolly Parton tape Well Hill and Bare and Billy
I don't know why I got to extremes Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm shot Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got Maybe I'm headed over the hill
ve got drow from my shoulders all down to my Achilles' I don't need money forever, he'll self eternal inheritance Spiritual rags ta' riches like Beverly Hill Billies
[Originally by Billy Bragg] I went out drinking with Thomas Paine He said that all revolutions are not the same They are as different as the cultures
rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been lookin for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills
in my felon intuition Tha Doggfather is a household name From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg I'm sure Billy King, probably got a Doggystyle