Lyrics 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

Oh, 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

Oh, 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

Oh, 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
Living the life of a true hillbilly
It's a long, long way from New York City
Where would I be without Richland?