#redneck - Hello Poetry

I've got the rhythm, but don't look anythang like a Nashvillian soul Been living on the streets, so I ain't been on any **** census role I'm not my mother's natural birth child, without any apology But I’m god’s chosen and gifted, finger picking, guitar prodigy Sun lights up the whole **** town, whilst it's still night-time So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways My Mama once said, just do your music or do something else So, I'm legally insane and uncomfortable to be with, I guess I don't actually see myself living anywhere forever But, how'd ya know, that you've actually arrived, wherever Sun lights up the whole **** town, whilst it's still night-time So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways If they don't ever remember the month or day, since leaving Families gettin' together, telling lies, now police intervening I sometimes have to forget that I wrote it, to be able to like it As long as fans think dope of it, why bother to disable the **** Hoed fresh corn all day, everyday, been up since the crack of dawn Pretty plenty of backyard swamp talkin' catfish, have since been born Sun lights up the whole **** town, whilst it's still night-time So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways He'd hit a rabbit a sittin' and killed it with the barrel of his gun While the dang hammer was a peckin' a wild hog to death Like gettin' outta control and hardly takin' a shot of breath Or being a drunken redneck, on a 7 day weekend hillbilly whiskey run.

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Sep 24, 2019

Sep 24, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC

Fetchitnow

Think Dope Of It

I've got the rhythm, but don't look anythang like a Nashvillian soul Been living on the streets, so I ain't been on any **** census role I'm not my mother's natural birth child, without any apology But I’m god’s chosen and gifted, finger picking, guitar prodigy Sun lights up the whole **** town, whilst it's still night-time So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways My Mama once said, just do your music or do something else So, I'm legally insane and uncomfortable to be with, I guess I don't actually see myself living anywhere forever But, how'd ya know, that you've actually arrived, wherever Sun lights up the whole **** town, whilst it's still night-time So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways If they don't ever remember the month or day, since leaving Families gettin' together, telling lies, now police intervening I sometimes have to forget that I wrote it, to be able to like it As long as fans think dope of it, why bother to disable the **** Hoed fresh corn all day, everyday, been up since the crack of dawn Pretty plenty of backyard swamp talkin' catfish, have since been born Sun lights up the whole **** town, whilst it's still night-time So, save your smoke doping act, 'til the dark of the daytime CUCKUK, CUCKUK, cruisin' down some unnamed highways That's what y’all be not knowin', 'bout da Tennessee ways He'd hit a rabbit a sittin' and killed it with the barrel of his gun While the dang hammer was a peckin' a wild hog to death Like gettin' outta control and hardly takin' a shot of breath Or being a drunken redneck, on a 7 day weekend hillbilly whiskey run.

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Gotta get the engine blocks painted on the lawn Gotta get the derelict wrecks rearranged, by dawn The ol double wide, re-sided redo the roof, and shingles Hell, she even wants the sound of X-mas jingles It's that time of year here, in redneck land Family coming to town squattin a month, their plan The yearly escapades my dear love makes me do a white trash decorating thing she says "or there's no *** for you"

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Hillbilly Holidays

Gotta get the engine blocks painted on the lawn Gotta get the derelict wrecks rearranged, by dawn The ol double wide, re-sided redo the roof, and shingles Hell, she even wants the sound of X-mas jingles It's that time of year here, in redneck land Family coming to town squattin a month, their plan The yearly escapades my dear love makes me do a white trash decorating thing she says "or there's no *** for you"

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Sloppin the hog huntin the dog Yo there redneck, my lady is fine Huntin the dog sloppin the hog I don't make trouble, most o the time Sloppin the hog huntin the dog She drives me crazy with all o her moves Huntin the dog sloppin the hog I ain't lazy, sliding o'ver her grooves Sloppin the hog huntin the dog Burying my bone, drinkin moonshine Hair of the dog sloppin the hog Flavour stuck on me, like essence of pine Sloppin the hog hair of the dog Early in morn, to rise and shine Hair of the dog sloppin the hog Peeing air freshener, burnin a line Sloppin the hog hair of the dog All thanks to God, I didn't go blind Peeing green fog burnin my log Sinning all night, drinkin spoiled moonshine Hair of the dog sloppin the hog Burnin my log peeing green fog

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Jan 11, 2017

Jan 11, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Hillbilly wrap

Sloppin the hog huntin the dog Yo there redneck, my lady is fine Huntin the dog sloppin the hog I don't make trouble, most o the time Sloppin the hog huntin the dog She drives me crazy with all o her moves Huntin the dog sloppin the hog I ain't lazy, sliding o'ver her grooves Sloppin the hog huntin the dog Burying my bone, drinkin moonshine Hair of the dog sloppin the hog Flavour stuck on me, like essence of pine Sloppin the hog hair of the dog Early in morn, to rise and shine Hair of the dog sloppin the hog Peeing air freshener, burnin a line Sloppin the hog hair of the dog All thanks to God, I didn't go blind Peeing green fog burnin my log Sinning all night, drinkin spoiled moonshine Hair of the dog sloppin the hog Burnin my log peeing green fog

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Our family got the news today Our bubba's gettin' hitched Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen Got our boy bewitched He's sayin' that he loves her He's making her his bride She's the first to get him this close Though not too many tried We've got to get things ready Send invitations and make candles We've got to get the good jars out The one's that still have handles The minister is on alert We've got to make some shine Grandpa says he'll make some up But, it will not all be mine Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow This time there'll be no shotgun Like the last time for old Ben This time the guns are empty Not the way they were back then The banjos will be tuned up There'll be music in the air The cops won't try to stop it I think most will all be there The ladies will be planning Just how to serve up all the grub While Bubba has to find a suit And therein lies the rub He's never worn a suit at all Not even for a day He's only dressed in coveralls And that's how he's gonna stay Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow It'll be a **** dang doodle A hell of a good time It'll only be completed When they run out of the shine there'll be singing and some dancing Underneath the harvest moon We can't wait for it to happen It cannot come too soon There'll be readings from the bible Which the minister will read And as good holy Christians Everyone will heed There's sure to be some fighting Before the couple say "I do" I mean, they are both cousins I'm gonna go...aren't you? Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow

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Oct 23, 2013

Oct 23, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC

roger-turner

Gonna be a redneck wedding

Our family got the news today Our bubba's gettin' hitched Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen Got our boy bewitched He's sayin' that he loves her He's making her his bride She's the first to get him this close Though not too many tried We've got to get things ready Send invitations and make candles We've got to get the good jars out The one's that still have handles The minister is on alert We've got to make some shine Grandpa says he'll make some up But, it will not all be mine Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow This time there'll be no shotgun Like the last time for old Ben This time the guns are empty Not the way they were back then The banjos will be tuned up There'll be music in the air The cops won't try to stop it I think most will all be there The ladies will be planning Just how to serve up all the grub While Bubba has to find a suit And therein lies the rub He's never worn a suit at all Not even for a day He's only dressed in coveralls And that's how he's gonna stay Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow It'll be a **** dang doodle A hell of a good time It'll only be completed When they run out of the shine there'll be singing and some dancing Underneath the harvest moon We can't wait for it to happen It cannot come too soon There'll be readings from the bible Which the minister will read And as good holy Christians Everyone will heed There's sure to be some fighting Before the couple say "I do" I mean, they are both cousins I'm gonna go...aren't you? Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow

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I know the feelings she stirs in my ***** when I look at her are wrong 'cause she's my sister

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Jul 17, 2015

Jul 17, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC

ron-sparks

Dilemma of a Country Boy

I know the feelings she stirs in my ***** when I look at her are wrong 'cause she's my sister

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There's strange noises round these parts Tales of zombies too Haunted cabins, ghostly sights All sorts of witches brew We all laugh when we hear stories Stories that we know aren't true There's a drink that folks all know And it ain't called witches brew There ain't no redneck zombies That I guarantee To make a redneck zombie you need the recipe A shot or two of good old jack and a shot of grandpa's lightning that's a redneck zombie son Drink two and it gets frightening moving lights out in the wood strange visions on the beach swamp gas, that's what I would say redneck zombies....that's a reach tourist folk see things a plenty they believe all of our tales like the one about that boy Ahab going chasing that white whale There ain't no redneck zombies That I guarantee To make a redneck zombie you need the recipe A shot or two of good old jack and a shot of grandpa's lightning that's a redneck zombie son Drink two and it gets frightening if there was such a thing as zombies wandering round out here i'd figure it was just my kin folk after a case or two of beer zombies like to eat folks brains and tear them all apart now to a redneck, that there's work and rednecks aren't that smart There ain't no redneck zombies That I guarantee To make a redneck zombie you need the recipe A shot or two of good old jack and a shot of grandpa's lightning that's a redneck zombie son Drink two and it gets frightening

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC

roger-turner

Redneck Zombies

There's strange noises round these parts Tales of zombies too Haunted cabins, ghostly sights All sorts of witches brew We all laugh when we hear stories Stories that we know aren't true There's a drink that folks all know And it ain't called witches brew There ain't no redneck zombies That I guarantee To make a redneck zombie you need the recipe A shot or two of good old jack and a shot of grandpa's lightning that's a redneck zombie son Drink two and it gets frightening moving lights out in the wood strange visions on the beach swamp gas, that's what I would say redneck zombies....that's a reach tourist folk see things a plenty they believe all of our tales like the one about that boy Ahab going chasing that white whale There ain't no redneck zombies That I guarantee To make a redneck zombie you need the recipe A shot or two of good old jack and a shot of grandpa's lightning that's a redneck zombie son Drink two and it gets frightening if there was such a thing as zombies wandering round out here i'd figure it was just my kin folk after a case or two of beer zombies like to eat folks brains and tear them all apart now to a redneck, that there's work and rednecks aren't that smart There ain't no redneck zombies That I guarantee To make a redneck zombie you need the recipe A shot or two of good old jack and a shot of grandpa's lightning that's a redneck zombie son Drink two and it gets frightening

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Ruddy's was the place to be on Wednesday nights, cheap drinks, free hotdogs and the graceful presence of Times Square hookers late at night, what a wonderful scene, marines hookers and the best jazz juke box inn manhattan, rowdy and something almost always happened, better than life. I was a young man in a strange country, had my fists tested in FLA and Brooklyn for stupid prejudices on my behalf and others, words hurt only those who do not know their meaning and root. There was a black man sitting next to me, quiet and still, a true barfly, he turned and said; - you are not from round here- - no - I said -I am from Mexico - - you don't look Mexican, but let's go with it, I don't look African American either- - r you from the south?- -Georgia, as they call it - -well, I've worked in FLA and met some rednecks, Cubans, blacks, but almost no Chinese- -you mean yellow- -or ******* - or **** you know men, I prefer racism down south, over there the distinction is cut loose clear, we don't like each other, but here, men I tell you, you wannanother beer?- -sure men- -Girls just wanna **** you cause I'm black, you know, to be cool and **** -yeah, Jewish girls wanna **** white Gentiles, different reasons same goal- -I hear you, here it's all about being fashionable, but deep in the pit it's all fake as a 10 dollar coin- We kept at it until Beth started a fight with another ****** they were calling each other **** I've never heard.

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC

luis-mdahuar

Dialogue between a **** and a blackman.

Ruddy's was the place to be on Wednesday nights, cheap drinks, free hotdogs and the graceful presence of Times Square hookers late at night, what a wonderful scene, marines hookers and the best jazz juke box inn manhattan, rowdy and something almost always happened, better than life. I was a young man in a strange country, had my fists tested in FLA and Brooklyn for stupid prejudices on my behalf and others, words hurt only those who do not know their meaning and root. There was a black man sitting next to me, quiet and still, a true barfly, he turned and said; - you are not from round here- - no - I said -I am from Mexico - - you don't look Mexican, but let's go with it, I don't look African American either- - r you from the south?- -Georgia, as they call it - -well, I've worked in FLA and met some rednecks, Cubans, blacks, but almost no Chinese- -you mean yellow- -or ******* - or **** you know men, I prefer racism down south, over there the distinction is cut loose clear, we don't like each other, but here, men I tell you, you wannanother beer?- -sure men- -Girls just wanna **** you cause I'm black, you know, to be cool and **** -yeah, Jewish girls wanna **** white Gentiles, different reasons same goal- -I hear you, here it's all about being fashionable, but deep in the pit it's all fake as a 10 dollar coin- We kept at it until Beth started a fight with another ****** they were calling each other **** I've never heard.

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