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, in my brain

I′m rollin′ 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

The day that I die will be the day that

I shut my mouth and put down my guitar, uh

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, yow

Now 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 am what you told me to be

I′m a backwards-ass hillbilly, I'm Dick Buttkiss

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 on my ass and it makes me itch

I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh

My broken heart make me smile

In my mind, in my brain

I go back I go completely insane

It ain′t personal; it ain't me

And if I make you cry all night

I'll 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′ve got tricks up my sleeve

Twenty four seven, devil′s best friend

Makes no difference; it's all same in the end