Kenny Williams
He halls from Texas and Memphis way
An Okie born in California
He sang in church ‘till he was twelve years old
Joined a band and hit the road
Then years later he’s Nashville bound
With a taste for sin and a smokin’ sound
He’s a hillbilly with a record deal
He’s got snakeskin boots and drives a Coupe Deville
He’s a red hot picker on a flat top box
He drives girls crazy with the way he rocks
He’s full of blue eyed soul, a real wild west thrill
He’s a hillbilly with a record deal
He finds his dream on a gold CD
Radio and CMT
He crosses over from pop to rap
In his cowboy boots and his cowboy hat
He’s part Elvis, he’s part John Wayne
He’s a little wild and a lot insane
He’s a hillbilly with a record deal
He wears rhinestone suits and he’s dressed to kill
He’s a red hot picker on a flat top box
He drives girls crazy with the way he rocks
He’s full of blue eyed soul, a real wild west thrill
He’s a hillbilly with a record deal
Now it’s a story we all know well
How the rid to fame leads straight to hell
Hs soul got lost along the way
But he makes more money every day
He finds it lonely there at the top
But there’s no way out, he just can’t stop
He’s a hillbilly with a record deal
He’s got a big white mansion up on the hill
He’s a red hot picker on a flat top box
He drive girls crazy with the way he rocks
He’s full of blue eyed soul, a real wild west thrill
He’s a hillbilly with a record deal