I'm not a manufactured cowboy
Don't you dare call me one
I'm just a simple man
A tattooed hellbilly from a small Illinois town
I know of loss, sorrow and woe
And I don't give a **** about tailgates or daisy dukes

Too many folks talk too much
Throwing words around, saying they're outlaws
You ain't no outlaw and that is plain as day
There's many dues that you haven't paid
Country radio all sounds the same
Not one true, blue word in anything they say

When did so many people lose their soul
Become cookie cutter, and not care anymore
I miss the sound of real guitars and fiddles being played
Not interested in the trash that's get peddled these days
I'm not turning coat, not softening my stance
I'm a real **** hellbilly, and real **** proud