See I was born a little
Pie-eyed motherfxxker
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 biscuit lands
People always tell me
I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand
Boone's kegged in shxt
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick man
See see 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 biscuit lands
People always tell me
I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand
Boone's kegged in shxt
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 shotgun tokin'
I'm a John Deer drivin'
I'm a hiiiiiiick
Ahhh har