Born 2 B a Hick

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 the biskit 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 man
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 the biskit 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 shot gun tokin I'm a John Deer drivin
I'm a hiiiiiiick
Ahhh har