Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
they give it up but they give it up but they give it up but they never ask why
daddy was a rolling rollin' stone oh whoa
he rolled away one day and he never came home ha ha ha
It ain't hard to understand this ain't Hitlers master plan
what it takes to be a man ooh in my mind in my brain
I'm rollin' over like a steamin' frieght train it ain't hard to astertain
You only see what you want to belive
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
that don't mean I can't hang
the day that I die will be the day I shut my mouth and put down my guitar uh
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
get down on your knees and start to pray oh whoa
pray my itchy rash will go away yow
now back up y'all it aint me Kentucky fried chicken is all I see
it's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night, me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
it aint personal it ain't me
I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backwards ass hillbilly I'm Dick Butkiss
you know I lie I get mean I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a ragin' machine I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
rec-tite(r) on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles oh whoa
my broken heart makes me smile
In my mind in my brain I go back I go completly insain
it ain't personal, it ain't me
if I make yo cry all night I 'll be you daddy at the end of the night
take a load from my big gun
you only see what you want to belive
when you creep from the back I've got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 devil best friend
makes no diffrence it's all same in the end...
