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 arm 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