Well, now, you’ve got to know that folks around these parts
Don’t get the way they are just sitting on a stool.
That means that horses aren’t much put behind the carts,
The same that sunlight isn’t meant to keep you cool.
We wear our caps the way they’re meant, to shade the face;
I reckon you can see how then our necks get red.
This means we’re pretty much outside, in any case,
And hunting seasons are worth much more than how you’re bred.
It also means we don’t much sit around inside,
That’s why we think you palefaces are out of touch;
We like to think that God’s outdoors demands our pride.
So calling us rednecks don’t hurt our feelings much.
And let me tell you, chasing fox or coon or buck
Means wear and tear on everything, and that can mean
A right amount of wear and tear on any truck,
So you can see there ain’t no way to keep them clean.
So while they sit in any weather, hot or cold,
We always keep them ready, ready set to go.
So while it may appear that truck is getting old,
What we have under that there hood ain’t meant for show.
I reckon all this talking won’t mean much to you,
You’ll go back where you came from, hardly changed at all.
On that, we don’t much give a damn just what you do,
We’d like to have you see us better, but—your call!
© Richard Williams