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