Just a Hick Thing
Im a Back Rode Hick I Come From Sticks,
My Truck's Stuck In a Ditch, I Don't give a shit,
No For Wheel Drive, But I kick the Mud up High,
Confederate Flag flyin High In the sky,
See Thats just a Hick Thing,
Yall probaly Don't undersand,
See You Can't Deny It,
Why Don't You Try It,
I see you like Fast Car's with them Fancy Wheel's,
I like them Big Trucks with the Jack In the Back,
See while your Stedly Changing a Tier,
My Tag's Already Expired,
& Just like a Fart In the Wind,
This Honky's at It Agin, Im doin Donuts In Sin,
With My Beer In The Air, This Honky Just Don't Care,
See That's Just a Hick Thing,
Yall probaly Don't understand,
See You Can't Deny It,
Why Don't You Try It,
See While your studly hanging with Thugs,
Cookin Your Drug's,
Im Loudin them Gun's, & Gettin Stuck In the Mud,
See That's Just a Hick Thing,
Yall probaly Don't Understand,
See You Can't Deny It,
Why Don't You Try It,
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