Born to Be a Hick

Nineteen ninety-two See, I was born a little pie-eyed motherf**ker Mama, she left me and my papa 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 cla*s livin', raised out in the sticks I was born 2 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 2 be a hick Oh, I was born 2 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 some distant lands People always tell me, I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand, boones kegged in shit I was born 2 be a hick, hick See I was born 2 be a hick, man Yeah, I was born 2 be a hick, man Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a shotgun tokin' I'm a John Deere drivin' I'm a hick