Lyrics

By Smoking Wiener, Rocket Shitty HHH

Wish that I could hash old Rocky Top Down in the Tennessee hills. Ain’t no shiggy shit on Rocky Top Ain’t no fuuuckin hills.

CHORUS: Rocky Top, you’ll always be Hash sweet hash to me. Good old Rocky Top, Rocky Top, Tennessee. Rocky Top, Tennessee.

Once I had a girl on Rocky Top Half bear, the other half cat, Sure did stink, but her cherry popped I still dream about that.

Once some strangers hashed old Rocky Top Lookin’ for a brewers still. Strangers ain’t come down from Rocky Top, Reckon they never will.

Barley won’t grow at all on Rocky Top Dirt’s too rocky by far. That’s why all the folks on Rocky Top Get their barley from a bar.

I’ve had years of fucked up Huntsville life, Trapped like a dogman in a pen. All I know is it’s a pity life Can’t be simple again.