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