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