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 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 Ah har Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
