[Intro]
[banjo lick, crowd holler]
Skool bus yellow on a jacked-up Ford (hey!)
Mud on the tires, Bible on the dashboard
Cooler in the back with the lid half cracked
If you know, then you know where the party at
[Verse 1]
Holler at your cousin, tell him bring that corn
Grandma on the porch say we all been warned
But the boots start stompin’ when the day winds down
Whole ridge shake when we hit that sound
[Chorus]
It’s an Appalachian hoedown
Everybody getting down, getting down (woo!)
Smoky in the Smokies, let the haze roll round
From the creek to the peak, hear the backroads shout
Rednecks turn the whole damn mountain out
It’s an Appalachian hoedown
Everybody getting down, getting down
[Verse 2]
Bale on the ground, that’s a front row seat
Little sundress swingin’ to the 808 beat
Camo hat tilted, big ol’ grin
Gold on the tooth, pinch of snuff in his lip
Four-wheeler lights paint the hillside blue
Fiddle start to squeal like it’s cutting right through
Two banjos battle on a plywood stage
While we clap on the two like we half in a rage (yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s an Appalachian hoedown
Everybody getting down, getting down
Smoky in the Smokies, let the haze roll round
From the creek to the peak, hear the backroads shout
Rednecks turn the whole damn mountain out
It’s an Appalachian hoedown
Everybody getting down, getting down
[Bridge]
Hands up high, point ‘em at that moon (hey!)
Dirt on your jeans, that’s Sunday soon
We pray, then play, that’s how we roll
Hillbilly heart with a trap-soul glow (trap-soul glow)
[Chorus]
It’s an Appalachian hoedown
Everybody getting down, getting down (oh yeah)
Smoky in the Smokies, let the haze roll round
From the creek to the peak, hear the backroads shout
Rednecks turn the whole damn mountain out
It’s an Appalachian hoedown
Everybody getting down, getting down
[Outro]
[banjo vs fiddle trade, crowd chants “hoedown! hoedown!” fading]