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 --- Hillbilly Boy - Old Crow Medicine Show