Born to be a Hick
1992
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 some 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 some 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
Исполнитель: Kid Rock