Beverly Hillbillies [C] Come 'n listen to my story 'bout a [Dm] man named [G] Jed A poor mountaineer, barely [C] kept his family fed And then one day, he was [F] shootin' at some [F#dim] food And [G] up through the ground come a bubblin' [C] crude [C] Oil, that is, black gold, Texas tea [C] Well, the first thing you know, old [Dm] Jed's a million[G]aire Kin folk said, Jed, [C] move away from there Said, Californy is the [F] place you oughta [F#dim] be So they [G] loaded up the truck and they moved to Bever[C]ly [C] Hills, that is, swimmin' pools, movie stars [C] [G] [C] [STOP] Instrumental (similar to last verse but a bit faster): [C] [Dm] [G] [C] [F] [F#dim] [G] [C]- [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [STOP] [C] Well, now it's time to say goodbye to [Dm] Jed and all his [G] kin They would like to thank you folks for[C] kindly droppin' in You're all invited back again to [F] this locali[F#dim]ty To [G] have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitali[C]ty [C] Hillbilly, that is, set a spell, take your shoes off Y'all come back now, hear?