Born To Be A Hick

1992...

See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker

Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker

Out on the highway we loved to roll

He never made me go to school

I never begged to go

I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks

I was born to be a hick

See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin

Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin

Kissin and huggin on some distant lands

People always tell me I'm a twisted man

Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit

And I was born to be a hick

Ohhh I was born to be a hick

See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter

Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin

Kissin and huggin on some distant lands

People always tell me I'm a twisted man

Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit

And I was born to be a hick

See I was born to be a hick man

Yeah I was born to be a hick man

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a shotgun tokin

I'm a John Deere drivin

I'm a hick

Ah har