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