Richland - Brent Cobb

Now I’m from a town called Ellaville City

It ain’t real big but it sure is pretty to me, yes it be

We ride dirt roads in pickup trucks

If you don’t like that we don’t give a sucking on muscadines

Sweet miss Sandy she’s a cute little thing she’s my country baby

Yes she is

Richland

Living the life of a true hillbilly

It’s a long, long way from New York City

Richland

Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole

We ain’t got much but we sure got soul

Oh, Richland

Where would I be without

Richland

I love the feeling of that country sand between my toes, don’t you know

From court house parties and big camp fires

We’re already floating and we’re getting even higher

My cousin, Ant Cobb and Kyleski

Leaving black marks up and down Seminole street

Richland

Living the life of a true hillbilly

It’s a long, long way from New York City

Richland

Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole

We ain’t got much but we sure got soul

Richland

Richland

Living the life of a true hillbilly

It’s a long, long way from New York City

Richland

Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole

We ain’t got much but we sure got soul

Richland

Where would I be without

Richland

I love the feeling of that country sand between my toes

Living the life of a true hillbilly it’s a long, long way from New York City

Where would I be without

Richland