Song parody of
Born 2 B a Hick [Demo Version]
by Kid Rock
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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
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
