Johnathan East Hayseed
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.
