Except for the ones that wear tube tops, chew 'baccer, coon hunt, and are missing teeth.

Otherwise, I'd think you were fine people, the salt of the earth, someone who still knows what a day's work really means. You'd somehow know how to fix anything, even though you couldn't name what county you live in. Because the important things in life are all that's worth knowing. I'd know I could talk to you about college football and have an interesting conversation, and that if I mentioned hockey or soccer in anything less than a demeaning light, you'd kick my ass for being a sissy. I'd imagine that if your first vehicle wasn't a pickup truck, you'd have one sitting at the house anyway, because you know that everybody's gonna need a truck someday. And I know you'd stand up and put your hand over your heart whenever a Charlie Daniels Band song came on the radio.