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1992... |
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See I was born a little pie-eyed mother****er |
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Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker |
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Out on the highway we loved to roll |
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He never made me go to school |
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I never begged to go |
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I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks |
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I was born to be a hick |
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See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin |
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Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin |
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Kissin and huggin on some distant lands |
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People always tell me I'm a twisted man |
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Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit |
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And I was born to be a hick |
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Ohhh I was born to be a hick |
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See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter |
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Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin |
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Kissin and huggin on some distant lands |
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People always tell me I'm a twisted man |
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Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit |
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And I was born to be a hick |
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See I was born to be a hick man |
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Yeah I was born to be a hick man |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I'm a shotgun tokin |
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I'm a John Deere drivin |
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I'm a hick |
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Ah har |
