Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky

They give it up and they give it up and they give it up but they never ask why

Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone, oh

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

Ooh, 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 morning hold church down at the bar

Get down on your knees and start to pray

Oh, pray my itchy rash will go away Back up y'all, it ain't me

Kentucky Fried Chicken is all that I see

It's a hellified way to start your day

If I make you cry all night

Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight

It ain't personal, it ain't me I only am what you told me to be

I'm a backward 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 ***

Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch

I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh

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

24/7 the Devils best friend

Makes no difference it's all the same in the end