Nineteen ninety-two      See, I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker   Mama, she left me and my papa 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 2 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 2 be a hick   Oh, I was born 2 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 distant lands   People always tell me, I'm a twisted man   Jim Beam in my hand, boones kegged in shit      I was born 2 be a hick, hick   See I was born 2 be a hick, man   Yeah, I was born 2 be a hick, man   Yeah, yeah, yeah      I'm a shotgun tokin'   I'm a John Deere drivin'   I'm a hick