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 aint hard to understand this aint h*****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 aint hard to ascertain
You only see what you want to believe
When you light in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That dont mean I cant 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 yall it aint me
Kentucky fried chicken is all that I see
Its a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight
It aint personal it aint me
I only hear what you told me to be
Im a backward a** hillbilly
Im d*** butkiss
You know I lie
I get me an Im a thief in the dark
Im a rain machine Im a triple rectified a** s*****
Rec-t**e(tm) on my a**
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 aint personal
It aint 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 its all the same in the end
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 aint hard to understand this aint h*****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 aint hard to ascertain
You only see what you want to believe
When you light in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That dont mean I cant 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 yall it aint me
Kentucky fried chicken is all that I see
Its a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight
It aint personal it aint me
I only hear what you told me to be
Im a backward a** hillbilly
Im d*** butkiss
You know I lie
I get me an Im a thief in the dark
Im a rain machine Im a triple rectified a** s*****
Rec-t**e(tm) on my a**
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 aint personal
It aint 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 its all the same in the end