A Quote by Jeff Foxworthy

You might be a redneck if you hammer bottle caps into the frame of your front door to make it look nice. — © Jeff Foxworthy
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...Your only condiment on the dining room table is the economy size bottle of ketchup.
We had a thing there where you could turn in - it was some sort of recycling program - the bottle caps of RC Cola. You'd turn in 12 of them, and you'd get a ticket to see a movie. That's how I started going to the movies. Running around the neighborhood looking for bottle caps. We were like little scavengers.
You might be a redneck if the hood and one door are a different color from the rest of your car.
You might be a redneck if you have flowers planted in a bathroom appliance in your front yard.
You might be a redneck if you wish your outhouse was as nice as those at the state park.
You might be a redneck if your daughter's Barbie's Dream House has a clothesline in the front yard.
If you live in the city, you only have to look out your window to see enough that would make you feel that you don't want to step outside your front door ever again.
If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.
I used to have a Milton steel water bottle that I would wield like a hammer, almost! My answer to all my bullies was to take out my bottle and hit them.
You might be a redneck if there are four or more cars up on blocks in the front yard.
The song 'If I Had a Hammer' is geared toward people who don't have a hammer. Maybe before I had a hammer I thought I'd hammer in the morning and hammer in the evening. But once you get a hammer, you find you don't really hammer as much as you thought you would.
You might be a redneck if you keep a fly swatter in the front seat of the car so you can reach your kids in the back seat of the car.
As I was walking in the fields, the thought came over me with almost overwhelming power, that every one of my flock must soon be in heaven or hell. Oh how I wished that I had a tongue like thunder, that I might make all hear; or that I had a frame like iron, that I might visit every one and say, Escape for thy life! Ah sinner! You little know how I fear that you will lay the blame of your damnation at my door.
I can make going to the dry-cleaners last an entire day, and the dry cleaners might be 150 yards from my front door. You might find it hard to believe, but I am bone-idle lazy.
Horror jolts me when I look at one of you and see a pair of beautiful eyes that make me think your mind might contain a world that could hold me as the bolts shake loose and fly from my frame.
Leave your front door and your back door open. Allow your thoughts to come and go. Just don't serve them tea.
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