I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop worldnHe goes by E. Diddy but his name is EarlnCocks his hat to the side in his Grandma's ridenPumpin' nothin' but bassnnHe says things like, 'Dawg, are you down with that'nAnd, 'Don't that fly girl got some back'nAnd I feel so doggone outta placennWhen he says,nHoller back when you get back home'nI say, 'The only holler back that I know is'nn[Chorus]nIn that holler back in the woodsnWhere the country folks got it goodnHomebrewed, homegrownnWhere the wild seeds 'a get sownnIt's a blast from the pastnAll the cowgirls shakin' their sassafrasnLet out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gottanIf you wanna go on back to the hollernHoller backnnTake a left off the InterstatenGo ten milesnTake a right on Farm Road 99nAnd just roll 'til the blacktop endsnnYa see Mary Jo rockin' that front porch swingnBikini top and them cut-off jeansnAnd that's where Hillbilly Heaven beginsnnAh, she'll pour 'ya some of that cherry winenBoy, you're guaranteed to have yourselfnOne hell of a timenn[Chorus: x2]nn(Home brewed, homegrownnWhere the wild seeds a get sownnIts a blast from the pastnAll the cowgirls shakin' their sassafrasnHome brewed, homegrownnWhere the wild seeds a get sown)