Hillbilly Boy

(Hey, boys)
(Hey)
(Whatever happened to that old boy, what's-his-name?)
(Who?)
(He's from west by God, y'all know what I'm talking about)
(Oh, Wiley?)
(Wiley)
(Wiley, that's right. Let's sing a song for Wiley)

Mama always said don't you get too close to the flame
If you pick that devil's box up, it's hell you're gonna pay
But late at night, ol' Wiley tuned his crystal radio
And when he got that signal hot he just go, go, go

'Cause he's a hillbilly boy
Hillbilly boy
Fire up that fiddle, play that Soldier's Joy
Fox On The Run, show 'em how it's done
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine, let it shine

So Wiley hit the airwaves on that Wheeling Jamboree
In every little coal town they were dancing in the streets
And way back in the holler, Ma was listening to the show
And Wiley started sawing on that bow, watch him go

'Cause he's a hillbilly boy
Yeah, your mama's hillbilly boy
Fire up your fiddle play that Soldier's Joy
Fox On The Run, show 'em how it's done
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine, let it shine

Now he's king of the mountain, duke of the dance
Burning up the beer joints with his crackerjack band
How the mountaineers, they love him with his high lonesome sound
Saying, "Wiley, don't you put that fiddle down, down, down"

'Cause you're a hillbilly boy
Yeah, you're a hillbilly boy
You fire up that fiddle, play that Soldier's Joy
Fox On The Run, show 'em how it's done
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine, let it shine

Yes, you're a hillbilly boy
You're gonna, hillbilly boy
Fire up that fiddle, play that Soldier's Joy
Fox On The Run, show 'em how it's done
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine, let it shine
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine, let it shine (oh)
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine, shine, shine