Hillbilly Hell

Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly hell
The devil stepped right up and he said
«Well you look so countrified, leave your hat and boots outside
You won’t need 'em, you’re in hillbilly hell
Well, they had a band without a steel guitar
And not one good ol' girl stood at the bar
No jukebox and no beer, am I the only redneck here
And the parkin' lot, was full of foreign cars
Hillbilly hell, I’m not feelin' so well
Where did I go wrong
Was it somethin' in my song
That put me in this hillbilly hell
I asked the devil just what did I do
To have to sweat it out down here with you
To me it don’t seem fair, why can’t I be up there
With the rest, Marty, Hank and Patsy too
He said, «You didn’t write one good ol' gospel song
And not one little word about your mom
And you haven’t yet, sang one single duet
With Willie Nelson and you know that’s wrong
Well, I woke up to a country station on my radio
Grabbed a pen and paper and the words began to flow
I wrote a song called God Bless Mom and ran out to the bus
Placed a call to Willie, Would you like to sing with us
Hillbilly hell, I’m not feelin' so well
Where did I go wrong
Was it somethin' in my song
That put me in this hillbilly hell
I dreamed I was in hillbilly hell…