I got a call from old grandpappy
He could tell there was something wrong
He said the city don't stow your happy
My little hillbilly been gone too long
You been missing that big, green mountain
You been missing that big, blue sky
Get yourself back home to your kin, now
You can get across, 'cause the creek ain't high

You'd be fine back in the middle of the woods
Sipping wine, song on a fiddle
Get a little bit of it to do you good
Tried to tell him that I just couldn't make it
Too busy, and I can't break free
You said you're getting too big for your bridges, but
You ain't too big to put across my knee
So here I am in the car with my girl, now
Gonna show her some country fun
She said "Hey, can I bring my cell phone?"
Baby, you can bring it, but it won't work none

You'd be fine back in the middle of the woods
Sipping homemade wine, hearing that fiddle
Get a little bit of it to do you good
Get a little bit of it to do you good

I got a call from old grandpappy
That's why we're here today
Got my city girl here in my lap
We drinking and we thinking that we just might stay

We'll be fine back in the middle of the woods
Come up, and spend some time hearing that fiddle
Watch grandad wittle
Get a little bit of it to do you good
Get a little bit of it to do you good
Get a little bit of that will do you