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See I was born a little pie-eyed muthafucker
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 distant 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.
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter
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 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 Deere drivin
I'm a hick.
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