Hillbilly Verse

When the Good Lord turns His back on them folks who ain’t doin’ right, you can bet your britches He’s watchin’ out for the good ol’ boys and gals who’re tryin’ their best. Ain’t nothin’ gonna get past Him; He’ll be shooing away the trouble like a pesky fly at a hoedown!

Well, lemme tell ya, the Good Lord’s watchin’ over them good folks, y’know? His peepers is always aimed at the righteous, and He hears ’em hollerin’ when they’s in a pickle. So if ya find yerself in a jam, just call out – He’s quicker than a jackrabbit on a hot skillet!

Well, lemme tell ya, if ya got a bit of trouble, don’t fret none! The Lord’s got His big ol’ angels hangin’ ’round ya, keepin’ ya safe from all them pesky critters. They’re like a good ol’ hound dog watchin’ over yer porch, just waitin’ to chase off them bad vibes! Ain’t that a hoot?

Well now, y’see, this ol’ fella was in a pickle, scared outta his boots, and cried out to the Good Lord. And let me tell ya, the Big Guy heard him loud and clear, swoopin’ down like a hawk to save him. Ain’t nothin’ like the Lord when you’re feelin’ all helpless and beat down!

Well, lemme tell ya, folks: If ya look up to the good Lord, ya won’t be seein’ no sad faces! You’ll be grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet tater. Ain’t no frownin’ round here—just a whole mess of happy folks lookin’ to the sky, thankful as a rooster at dawn! Yeehaw!

Well, lemme tell ya, folks, I was feelin’ lower than a snake’s belly. So I hollered at the Good Lord, and he came a-runnin’! He showed up faster than a hound on a scent and took away my worries, like a raccoon ridin’ off with my trash. Ain’t God good? He’s my trusty ol’ pal!