Think Dope Of It

I've got the rhythm, but don't look anythang like a Nashvillian soul          
Been living on the streets, so I ain't been on any damn census role            
I'm not my mother's natural birth child, without any apology            
But I’m god’s chosen and gifted, finger picking, guitar prodigy            
           
Sun lights up the whole damn town, whilst it's still night-time            
So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime            
CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways            
That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways            
           
My Mama once said, just do your music or do something else            
So, I'm legally insane and uncomfortable to be with, I guess            
I don't actually see myself living anywhere forever            
But, how'd ya know, that you've actually arrived, wherever            
           
Sun lights up the whole damn town, whilst it's still night-time            
So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime            
CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways            
That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways            
           
If they don't ever remember the month or day, since leaving            
Families gettin' together, telling lies, now police intervening            
I sometimes have to forget that I wrote it, to be able to like it            
As long as fans think dope of it, why bother to disable the shit            
Hoed fresh corn all day, everyday, been up since the crack of dawn            
Pretty plenty of backyard swamp talkin' catfish, have since been born            
           
Sun lights up the whole damn town, whilst it's still night-time            
So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime            
CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways            
That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways            
           
He'd hit a rabbit a sittin' and killed it with the barrel of his gun            
While the dang hammer was a peckin' a wild hog to death            
Like gettin' outta control and hardly takin' a shot of breath            
Or being a drunken redneck, during a hillbillies whiskey run.