Topp.....
I usedta think I'as a Good Ol' Boy and a Redneck.....up and until I spent a couple of years in good ol' Albenny, Jawga. Down yonder I met fellers that were sur' nuff Rednecks.....complete with Budwieser-itis, snoose lip, and pickup trucks with gunracks that were really used for that purpose. They also spoke in a somewhat different dialect from that which I had grown up with. Words and phrases like "sneakin' " for trespassing with the intent to poach...."cooter" meaning either Snapping Turtles or the part of the female anatomy that so intriques helicopter pilots....."take a lil' drink " which usually translated into getting commode hugging-fallin' down drunk...."beer joint" which meant an out of business gas station now turned into a pub which specilizes in crisps, peanuts, pickled pig's feet, and Budweiser.....outdoor loo's and women not allowed inside. Until you have been "redneckin' " with the genuine article.....you just cannot understand the difference between common perceptions and reality. Whew wee....son! As they said down there...."If you can't run with the big dogs...then don't come out from under the porch!"
I am quite certain our good friends from the eastern side of the saltwater divide would find real Rednecks to be a bit coarse, certainly too American, and in all likelihood feel just a bit intimidated by it all. I know I was......and that is why I prefer the shady spot next to the steps.