Down in mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky They give it up but they never ask why Daddy was a rolling, rolling stone 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 and 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 in the back with those tricks up your sleeve That don't mean I can't hang But the day that I die will be the day I shut my mouth And put down my guitar Sunday morning hold church down at the bar Get down on my 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 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 hear what you told me to be I'm a backward ass hillbilly I'm dick butkiss You know I lie I get me an I'm a thief in the dark I'm a rain machine I'm a triple rectified ass s.o.b Rec-tite(tm) on my ass And it makes me itch I can see 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 loadfrom my big gun You only see what you want to believe When you creep from the back You got tricks up my sleeve 24/7 the devils my best friend Makes no difference it's all the same in the end
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