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
