You might be a redneck if your beer can collection is considered a tourist attraction in your home town.

You might be a redneck if there are four or more cars up on blocks in the front yard.

To me, the media in New York and LA have always missed the essence of this country.

If your mother doesn't remove the Marlboro from her lips before telling the State Trooper to kiss her ass, you might be a redneck.

You might be a redneck if getting a package from your post office requires a full tank of gas in the truck.

The more excited the rooster gets, the higher his voice goes. He's got a little bit of a Barney Fife quality to him.

If your wife's hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan, you might be a redneck.