You might be a redneck if directions to your house include turn off the paved road.

I have never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished fifth grade a year before I did.

You might be a redneck if you hammer bottle caps into the frame of your front door to make it look nice.

You might be a redneck if people hear your car long before they see it.

It seems like movies that have heart to them always do well, and they find their audience.

What I hated was doing what somebody in LA thought Jeff Foxworthy ought to do.

You take a normal guy, give him a wife, give them time, and you've got AN IDIOT!