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,
and in my brain I roll it over like a steamin' frieght 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
But 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, ow!
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 [bad word] hillbilly,
I'm [bad word] 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 [bad word] son of a [bad word] 
Rec-tite on my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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