SPOKEN: 
 
Tim Daddy was a gangster rapper 
From the mean streets of Atlanta Georgia 
Sittin' on his couch one day, watchin' BET Network 
When suddenly his TV set went on the blink 
And he ended up watching Bill Dance Championship Fishing 
His life changed 
And this is that young man's story 
 
SUNG: 
 
He (A) left the inner city and moved to the hill 
Traded (D) in his crack pipe on a moonshine still 
His (A) gang bandana sure looked bad 
But, (E) it's the only color that the bait store had 
No more (A) Tupac Shaqure or Biggie Small 
Now it's (D) cow manure on his overalls 
(A) Surrounded by fiddles and alot of George Jones 
(E) Goodbye Puffy Combs 
 
  (D) Hillbilly homeboy (A) 
  Your (E) posse wants to know what's (A) up 
  You done (D) dissed the sistas in the (A) West Coast crew 
  For some (E) bubbas with a spit cup 
  You got a (D) sad little crib in the (A) hillbilly hood  
  There (E) ain't no booty calls (A) back in the woods 
  (D) Hillbilly homeboy (A) 
  (E) When ya gonna come back (A) home 
 
He's got (A) curb-feelers on his 4-wheel drive 
His (D) comb liquor tastes like Colt 45 
We (A) hear you started hanging with some hillbilly ho's 
Throwin' (E) engine block parties for a bunch of Jethros 
It's hard to (A) pump up the jam to Allison Krauss 
When there (D) ain't no electricity in da house 
You can't (A) bust a move to some crooked sounds 
(E) Goodbye Bobby Brown 
 
  (D) Hillbilly homeboy (A)  
  Your (E) posse wonderin' where you (A) at 
  "We hear you're (D) dressin' like Ed from (A) Hooterville"   
  And (E) homey, what up with that 
  Your (D) grandmother misses you and (A) so do we 
  We're thinkin', (E) "damn you must be (A) trippin', G" 
  (D) Hillbilly homeboy (A) 
  (E) When ya gonna come back (A) home 
 
SPOKEN: 
 
It ain't easy being a fish out of water is it, G? 
We'll help you load up the old low-rider and head on back to the crib 
Peace out..