Down in
Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
The give it up
they give it up they give it up but they never ask why
Daddy was a
rollin’ rollin’ stone whoa
He rolled away
one day and he never came home
It ain’t hard to
understand this ain’t Hitler’s master plan
What it takes to
be a man
In my mind in my
brain I roll it over like a steamin’ freight train
It ain’t hard to
ascertain
You only see
what you want to believe
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 that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday mornin’
hold church down at the bar
Get down on your
knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy
rash will go away
Back up y’all it
ain’t 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 ain’t
personal it ain’t me
I only hear what
you told me to be
I’m a
backwards-ass hillbilly I’m Dick butt kiss
You know I lie I
get mean
I’m a thief in
the dark I’m a raging machine
I’m a triple
rectified-ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite on my
ass and it makes me itch
I can go for
miles and miles and miles
My broken heart
makes me smile
In my mind in my
brain I go back and go completely insane
It ain’t
personal it ain’t me
If I make you
cry I might be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a load from
my big gun
You only see
what you want to believe
When you creep
from the back I got tricks up my sleeve
27/7 the devil’s
best friend makes no difference
it’s all the
same in the end