Back in the country out passed the county line

Banjo pickin' just sippin' on that moonshine

Coon huntin' and late nights, four-wheeling

Fast lovin' in Trans Am with tires squealing.



I never cared too much for the big towns

I like them county fairs and summer hoedowns

In them hills back home is where the party's jumpin'

Take a ride with me and son, I'll show you something.



(1st Chorus)

I like my living just a little bit rowdy

I take my women just a little too loud

I play my music just a little bit country

Hangin' out with a hillbilly crowd

Now, some may say I'm the last of a dying breed

I'm just a hayseed.



When I go out people staring up at my girl

In them denim skirts just puffin' on a Marlboro

She comes from Georgia raised on beans and barbecue

Looking good in her boots and bulldog tattoo.




Never had a itchin' for the city life

She'd rather run with me beneath the moonlight

The weekend comes we're looking for a good time

She winks at me, hell no, I don't mind.



(2nd Chorus)

I like my living just a little bit rowdy

I take my women just a little too loud

I play my music just a little bit country

Getting down with that hillbilly crowd

Now, some may say I'm the last of a dying breed

I'm just a hayseed.



Bass fishin', parkin' and a cow tippin'

Mud boggin' and moonlight, a skinny dippin'.



(3rd Chorus)

I like my living just a little bit rowdy

I take my women just a little too loud

I play my music just a little bit country

Raisin' hell with that hillbilly crowd

Now, some may say I'm the last of a dying breed

I'm just a hayseed.