Country? What do you think of when you hear that word? Music? Farming? Or just hunting and fishing? Well. To me, country is a whole different world from what ya'll are used to. Let me fill you in.
First and foremost, country isn't a "trend", it's a way of life for all of us hard-workin' American's that helped to build the foundations of economy here in the United States. But when I say "trend" ya'll know what I mean. When you see the little city slicker boys and girls that spend money up the a**, for brand name clothes that "look" country but aren't. Sorry there sweetcheeks, but if you think a Hollister shirt will make you look like Gretchen Wilson, think again. It makes you look like a high maitenance, wanna be cowgirl. If ya'll are gonna be wearin' anything it better say Wrangler on your a**! It's even worse when they start wearin' cowboy boots. Do you know just how much work and how many miles are traveled in a REAL pair? Such as Tony Llama's, and Justin boots? You probably don't. Each scar, each line, the faded colors. There's a story there. For some it might be climbin' into tractors, goin' to a line dance, ridin' 4-wheelers, milkin', breakin' horses, ridin' horses, roundin' up cattle, or maybe kickin' back with your redneck other and watchin' a movie. Belt buckles. These are another thing I see city people gettin' more into. Do you also realize the pain, the hard workin' hours that cowgirls and cowboys spend into obtainin' one of these? They ride, they work, and even more just to earn one in the end. Or all of farmers, wear our tractors on our buckles. Also, don't say "ohh I think your tractor's sexy!" if you don't know a damn thing 'bout them! Ya'll probably don't even know they run on diesel...pathetic. Don't touch them, don't bother takin' a picture with one if you don't know up from down. If I ask you the world's easiest question and you don't know it, go back to Madison, Milwaukee, New York...whereever you're from.
Another thing. Don't come by a farm bitchin' cause it smells "bad." To me, that's the smell of success b***h. We bust our asses to make the food them animals are eatin' and the manure they are producin' to put back into the fields to make the food for them to in-turn, eat again. So have a little bit more god damn respect when you go by.
Loud trucks. Oh this is a well thought up topic when concernin' my family...and my friends. If you're a cop, quit yer bitchin' 'bout loud exhaust. Loud exhaust saves lives!! If you live in the city, honestly do you really think you need a big truck? NO. Get a god damn car you posin' som'bitches. We don't just have those trucks for "fun" jack them up and make them loud, mess under the hood and deck it out for nothing. We also pull cattle trailers and haul stuff with them. And if you don't quit tryin' to act like us, we will just run your a** over, smoke you out, or pull/push your automobile elsewhere. And I still believe, every country soul has gasoline and diesel fuel runnin' through their blood.
I know this may piss you all off, but I don't really care. Us country folk bust our asses everyday and some of you think your "jobs" are as hard as farming. EVERY city person thinks that. You try farming for just ONE day and I garuntee you'll have a new found respect for us. We are up early every morning, and go to bed late every night. Sure we maybe party, we can out drink you, we tail gate and have bon fires but we still get up for work without hangovers. We don't have to put on enough perfume to smell like a french whore, wear mini skirts, more name brand when we go to parties either. We just walk outta the barn, get in our automobiles and go. Why dress to impress? You're so fake if someone hosed you down you'd melt.
And oh my dear god, don't wear those fancy little cowboy hats neither. If you don't know the purpose behind them, other than your "fashion accessory" take the son of a b***h off your head before my boot sticks to your face. Those hats are meant to keep the sun from your eyes, keep your head cool and signify, you are in fact a cowboy/cowgirl/farmer.
Yes, we wear overalls. Get over it.
Ya, we do make cars wait for miles followin' behind us on tractors. We are makin' our money, so get your foreign vehicles off my road. I garuntee my tractor will do more damage than your little Toyota.
Mudd. It's everywhere. If you get a little on you don't cry and b***h and moan. It's not the end of the world. We go muddin' for a little fun out here in the country. You all go to movies, shopping. We go muddin' and kill things. We don't just kill deer for fun, we do it because it's tradition, we EAT them animals, and it's the American thing to do.
Another topic. Killing things. God damn I love eatin' animals beside a side of mashed taters. If you got a problem with that, ******** you and move to England or wherever all those other vegetarians are at. Your parents ate meat, you should to. No iron in your body ******** you up real quick.
Yes. WE TUCK OUR SHIRTS IN. It won't kill ya...good granny...
Our pants aren't flare...they are tight so they properly cover our boots.
Guess what? You brag about your Escalade that cost like 60,000 and you drive it all year. Ha. We spend 300,000 on a COMBINE that we drive two weeks out of the year. But we don't brag.
If you are datin' a country boy and he has a sticker that says "ditch the b***h, lets go huntin'" don't get pissed, if you do, you probably are a b***h.
If your country boy or girl won't go out to a fancy place with you on a date, get over it. We would rather sit on a tail gate, go to a tractor pull, demo derby, go horse back ridin', spend hours together on/in a tractor, or...occasionally go drifting in a dodge Cummins.
We don't have systems in our automobiles...because we ain't "gangster" we are "farmer." There ain't nothin' wrong with the radio!
When you go to the county fair, walk through them damn dairy barns, thats our hard work and effort in the form of 4 legs and cleaned up good. We wake up every morning with lives depending on us to tend to them, and keep them healthy and safe. I don't see you havin' to do that.
Courage. Somethin' ya'll definately don't have as opposed to us country folk. I don't see you climbin' onto the back of a 2000 pound bull...breakin' a horse...tryin' to tame rowdy animals...drive a tractor after the brakes go out...
Another thing. YES we can drive a 6 speed manual. Automatics are for retarded people.
We like our guys and girls NATURAL. No highlights, make-up...and all that. Natural good looks are the only way to go.
Ever see people who play sports? Those who work on farms, live on a farm, are usually stronger and excel. And we might not try as hard in school, because everything we learn, we learn at home. Your life can't be taught to you in the form of a book. It's passed down through generations. Too far back to trace.
So now...ask yourself. What do you think of when you hear the word COUNTRY?
"Mud grips, wide tip. Cigar stickin' outta my face. Earnhardt racin' sticker on the window, banged up fender. 4x4, straight pipe roar, primer and rust all over the door. Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle. White t-shirt, ain't afraid to work. Now what are you lookin' at a*****e smirk?" - The first part of "Rough&Ready" by Trace Adkins.
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