Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Hillbillies

Hillbillies ain't easy to watch and they're harder to teach.
They'd rather rack up the points than ride quiet rounds.
Mud covered horses and old dirty saddles,
And each show begins a new gaffe.
If her horse don't dump her an' drag her through mud,
He'll prob'ly just run away.

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Hillbillies.
Don't let 'em ride horses that they can't control.
Make 'em take lessons from trainers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Hillbillies.
They never school at home 'cos they're always at shows.
Even though they never win.

Hillbillies like crazy old thoroughbreds and Country Buffets,
Wild foxhunting and drinking and reckless dressage.
Them that are stuck up won't like 'em and them that aren't,
Sometimes won't know how to take 'em.
They ain't wrong, they're just different but their pride won't let 'em,
Ride horses that some one else broke.