| Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
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| They give it up but they never ask why
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| Daddy was a rolling rolling stone he rolled away one day
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| and he never came home
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| It ain’t hard to understand this ain’t hitler’s master plan
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| What it takes to be a man in my mind and in my brain
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| I roll it over like a steamin’freight train
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| It ain’t hard to ascertain
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| You only see what you want to believe
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| When you light in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
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| That don’t mean I can’t hang
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| But the day that I die will be the day I shut my mouth
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| And put down my guitar
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| Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
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| Get down on my knees and start to pray
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| Pray my itchy rash will go away
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| Back up y’all it ain’t me Kentucky Fried Chicken is all that I see
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| It’s a hellified way to start your day
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| If I make you cry all night
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| Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight
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| It ain’t personal it ain’t me I only hear what you told me to be
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| I’m a backward ass hillbilly
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| I’m dick butkiss
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| You know I lie
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| I get me an I’m a thief in the dark
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| I’m a rain machine I’m a triple rectified ass s.o.b
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| Rec-tite™ on my ass
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| And it makes me itch
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| I can see for miles and miles and miles
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| My broken heart makes me smile
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| In my mind in my brain I go back and go completely insane
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| It ain’t personal
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| It ain’t me If I make you cry I might be your daddy at the end of the night
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| Take a loadfrom my big gun
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| You only see what you want to believe
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| When you creep from the back
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| You got tricks up my sleeve
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| 24/7 the devils my best friend
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| Makes no difference it’s all the same in the end |