Last night I dreamed I went to Hillbilly Hell
The Devil stepped right up, and he said, "Well
You looked so countrified, leave your hat and boots outside
You won't need 'em, you're in Hillbilly Hell."
Well they had a band without a steel guitar
And not one good ol' girl stood at the bar
No jukebox and no beer, am I the only redneck here
And the parkin' lot, was full of foreign cars.
Hillbilly Hell, I'm not feelin' so well
Where did I go wrong, was it somethin' in my song
That put me in this Hillbilly Hell.
I asked the Devil, just what did I do
To have to sweat it out, down here with you
To me it don't seem fair, why can't I be up there
With the rest, Marty, Hank, and Patsy too.
He said you didn't write, one good ol' gospel song
And not one little word, about your mom
And you haven't yet, sing one single duet
With Willie Nelson and you know that's wrong.
Well I woke up to a country station on my radio
Grabbed a pen and paper and the words began to flow
I wrote a song called God Bless Mom and ran out to the bus
Placed a call to Willie, would you like to sing with us.
I dreamed I was there in Hillbilly Hell.
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