Lyrics:
Ward
I read a news report
Some lawyer in Florida want to take us to court
Somebody tell that country ass hick
To go suck a dead man's dick
You scream
to the I, call me Sarge
Old number seven, raised south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harleys revvin'
I'm steppin' to your crew with
A clique of hicks
to begin with."
A magician did card tricks
For a bunch of well-heeled hicks,
And held up a red six.
One said: "That's a black seven."
[Chorus]
Beam
I play well strung guitars with a rebel flag
But I don't wear make-up or dress in drag
I smoke a lot, I'm a whiskey drinker
I ain't no hick
and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
(Hicks / Clarke / Nash)
Well I heard your mother say
what a pleasant boy you`re going with
that I don`t mean any harm
and I only want to play
the english
Other countries wouldnae get so fuckin bored doin it.
In every hick town in caledonia
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most fucked up scum
In every hick town in caledonia
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most fucked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's
In every hick town in caledonia
Across this pseudo nadon
You can see the most fucked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's lager
dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me
Go
Out there
There's a world outside of Yonkers
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby
There's a slick town, Barnaby
Out there
Full of shine
Six foot four with a cowboy hat
I don't mess around, yo what's up with that
I'm cowboy troy, a Texas hick
And I'm rollin' with the brothers
Big
and though I think I`m slick
I`m nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks
up, so meanwhile me and Lucas getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up
a cowboy hat
I dont mess around, yo what's up with that
I'm cowboy troy, a texas hick
And I'm rollin with the brothers
Big and Rich
Go cowboy go
That you get from my hick town, he'd say
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt
is a scaly bark
Hick'ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite
I'll be on that ridge before
feels wonderful
They think I'm wonderful
Hey, look who's wonderful
This corn-fed hick
Who said: "It might be keen
To build a town of green
this hick whose name was Vickie
Gettin tricky rather slicky
Her performance showed endurance
She said, "Me like to licky licky"
Body more
(hicks / lynch)
Sipping at the wine
I'm drinking all the time
I'm drinking kinda slow
And I'm hoping it won't go
See when I get dry
I just sit
(hicks / lynch)
There never was a man so doggone mean
I wore only black and my eyes were green
And I can tell you now that I'm very old
I'd kill any
Maltin
Sydney Potier
Sydney Potier!
Oh yeah.
Piss ass little hick!
You ugly scank!
Damn your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey!
Why don't you stop
Watch me kick it
From state to state
And every little hick town
They'll all be down
With the new hip sound
Treating me like more
Than just a star
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