Il testo della Born to be a hick

Nineteen ninety-two

See, i was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
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 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