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 class 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 born 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
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
Ha ha