Momma sure was right In her preachins’ on the backwoods life She said it’s sure as the sun goes down and the sun comes up In the hearts of Hillbillies And the souls of Big Cities There’s a common ground as strong as in God we trust It’s hip to be country, Dope to be downhome Alright to be righteous Legit to get stuck and sling a little mud It’s fly to be the farmhand Pimp to be the poor man Cool to be free as the breeze And hip to be country It’s as soakin’ as rain Smokin’ as a coal train It’s stars and bars that bleed red, white and blue It’s the sound of a holler Jumpin’ in the muddy waters And its why I hang my hat neath’ an ole tin roof Its hip to be country, Dope to be downhome Alright to be righteous Legit to get stuck and sling a little mud It’s fly to be the farmhand Pimp to be the poor man Cool to be free as the breeze And hip to be country It’s groovy to feel like me And Hip to be Country © 2016 Glen Templeton, Mike Todd, Jennifer Todd