Got to lose these wingtip shoes and monkey suit
I put on my faded jeans, get back to my roots
This city life is next to killing me
Neon lights, they burn me up, and I can hardly breathe
I need to see a shady tree, feel the earth beneath my feet
I got a—
Hillbilly fever
There's only one cure for my ills
When I get these chills, I just head for the hills
I got a hill-hillbilly fever
I'll travel down that gravel road that leads me home
Straight on back to the riverbank and rest my bones
I'll lie beneath that willow tree and waste the day
With a cane pole in that fishing hole that bears my name
I'll put my mind on the end of a line and cast my cares away
I've got a—
Hillbilly fever
There's only one cure for my ills
When I get these chills, I just head for the hills
I got a hill-hillbilly fever
I got a hill-hillbilly fever
There's only one cure for my ills
When I get these chills, I just head for the hills
I got a hill-hillbilly fever
When I get these chills, I just head for the hills
I got a hill-hillbilly fever
