Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed.

A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Oil, that is.

Black gold.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The king folks said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Trust him not, dear gentle lady Through his voice be a low and sweet Listen to the gypsy's warning Gentle lady, trust him not

Gentle lady, trust him not.

What did you say?

I said stringing beans is women's work.

Now you go out and cut me a hickory switch and meet me in the woodshed.

We ain't got no hickory tree.

No woodshed neither.

That's the truth, ain't it?

Yeah.