You might be a redneck if you have a picture of Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, or Elvis over your fireplace.
You might be a redneck if your pocketknife has ever been referred to as Exhibit A.
If you have ever spray-painted your girlfriends name on an overpass, you might be a redneck.
If your wife's hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan, you might be a redneck.
If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.
You might be a redneck if you've ever hauled a can of paint to the top of a water tower to defend your sister's honor.
You might be a redneck if your grandmother has ever been asked to leave a bingo game because of her language.
If you ahve ever unloaded your pickup by backing up really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck.
I'm pretty used to people not liking having their picture taken. I mean, if you do like to have your picture taken, I worry about you.
You might be a redneck if you need an estimate from your barber before you get a haircut.
You might be a redneck if you can't get married to your sweetheart because there is a law against it.
You might be a redneck if you have refused to watch the Academy Awards since Smokey and the Bandit was snubbed for best picture.
You might be a redneck if you watch cartoons long after your kids get bored.
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.
You might be a redneck if you need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos.
Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn't coming back?