Billy Holmes was just a simple man

Lived his life according to a simple plan

Made himself a living with his own two hands

Never worried ‘bout the things he didn’t understand

Down at the roadhouse on a July night

Met a little lady, it was love at first sight

Thought about her every night and every day

But he never could find a single word to say

Billy’s tongue was tied up like a hog

He never was the kind to give no monologue

But he knew he had to tell her how she made him feel

Or she’d be gone just like his thirties and his sex appeal

Called up his buddy looking for advice

He had a college education and been married twice

Said “don’t you worry bout no rhymin’ or no metaphors,

Talk about the things you know cause there ain’t nothin’ more”

CHORUS

So he said, baby…

You’re like quittin’ time at the copper mine

Like a two for one special on a Friday night

It’s plain to see them fancy words

Never had a way with me

So I’m fillin’ up my notebook with

Hillbilly poetry

Billy did the best he could but it was gettin’ tough

He was running out of what was never quite enough

And when he started to repeat what he’d already said

He wished he’d had a little more than what was in his head

He wasn’t getting the reaction he was hopin’ for

Figured any second she’d be headin’ for the door

But then she reached across the table, took him by the hand

Said “you just shut your mouth and listen to me, country man”

CHORUS

She told him, sugar…

You’re like the perfect find at the five-and-dime

Or a double-wide with a new hot tub inside

It’s plain to see them fancy words

Never meant that much to me

And I kinda like the sound of your

Hillbilly poetry