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
  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, 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 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
  Pray my itchy rash will go away
  Back up y'all it ain't me
  Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see
  It's a hellified way to start your day
  If I make you cry all night
  Me and daddy 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 mean, I'm a thief in the dark
  I'm a ragin' machine
  I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
  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 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 devil's best friend
  It makes no difference
  It's all the same in the end
    Thanks to Greg Muller (sublime8090@yahoo.com) for these lyrics