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