[Verse 1] ...Last night... Sitting on my front porch, writing this and that for a song Got a neighbour with a callused thumb and a silver tongue Well didn’t he just wander by before too long He took a glance and said, "you ain't doing nothing wrong" I said, a pointer here or there would sure be fine He said old Hank Williams would say "there is a line for every line" [Pre-Chorus] So surreal was this lesson I started writing again when I got back inside The mere mention of the Hillbilly Poet Well, all my fingers were just shakin' [Chorus] Hillbilly Poet, guide my hand Write it down, make me understand Hillbilly Poet, line by line Teach me how to make mine mine Hillbilly Poet, on my page Turn my worry into gold Hillbilly Poet, don’t let go One day I just hope, to enter the fold [Verse 2] Lamp on the table, oil running low Coffee gone cold, dishes pile in the sink I kept hearing that sentence In the space between each think Every word hit'n harder In the middle of my chest I was chasing that old rush Trying to write, my very best [Pre-Chorus] I was lucky to get this lesson I started to see the sign posts up ahead The mere mention of the Hillbilly Poet And still, all my fingers were just shakin' [Chorus] Hillbilly Poet, guide my hand Write it down, make me understand Hillbilly Poet, line by line Teach me how to make mine mine Hillbilly Poet, on my page Turn my worry into gold Hillbilly Poet, don’t let go One day I just hope, to enter the fold [Bridge] And if the page goes blank I’ll wait it out If the doubt comes back I can write that down One good line Can light the dark One old truth Can wake the heart [Chorus] Hillbilly Poet, guide my hand Write it down, make me understand Hillbilly Poet, line by line Teach me how to make mine mine Hillbilly Poet, on my page Turn my worry into gold Hillbilly Poet, don’t let go One day I just hope, to enter the fold [Outro] Hillbilly Poet, Hillbilly Poet
