You can call us rednecks if you want. We're not offended, 'cause we know what we're all about. We get up and go to work, we get up and go to church, and we get up and go to war when necessary.

You might be a redneck if you've ever worn a dress that is strapless with a bra that isn't.

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

You might be a redneck if your mother has been involved in a fist fight at a high school sports event.

You might be a redneck if you have to check in the bottom of your shoe for change so you can get Grandma a new plug of tobacco.

Hell, when I was in high school, a "drive-by shooting" meant somebody had their rear end hanging out a car window!

If the gas pedal on your car is shaped like a bare foot, you might be a redneck.