Now I’m from a town called Ellaville City
It ain’t real big but it sure is pretty to me, yes it be
We ride dirt roads in pickup trucks
If you don’t like that we don’t give a sucking on muscadines
Sweet miss Sandy she’s a cute little thing she’s my country baby
Yes she is
Richland
Living the life of a true hillbilly
It’s a long, long way from New York City
Richland
Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole
We ain’t got much but we sure got soul
Oh, Richland
Where would I be without
Richland
I love the feeling of that country sand between my toes, don’t you know
From court house parties and big camp fires
We’re already floating and we’re getting even higher
My cousin, Ant Cobb and Kyleski
Leaving black marks up and down Seminole street
Richland
Living the life of a true hillbilly
It’s a long, long way from New York City
Richland
Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole
We ain’t got much but we sure got soul
Richland
Richland
Living the life of a true hillbilly
It’s a long, long way from New York City
Richland
Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole
We ain’t got much but we sure got soul
Richland
Where would I be without
Richland
I love the feeling of that country sand between my toes
Living the life of a true hillbilly it’s a long, long way from New York City
Where would I be without
Richland
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Brent Cobb Lyrics – Richland