COUNTRY

Country. Like chickens in the driveway country. Like milk the old heifer, get the pig outta the kitchen, and pour me another beer country. Like overalls and battered, oil-stained John Deere caps, and rough suede brogans covered in horse pucky country. Yup. That kind of country. Not the kiss yer mama and marry your best girl kinda country. Not waive the American flag and honor yer brother who died in 'Nam country. No. More like the confederate flag, all terrain vehicles and boff yer cousin in the hayloft kinda country. Ig'nant country. Backwoods. Squirrel huntin' roadkill kinda country. The kind of country where Stupid and Dumbass are yer two best buddies. The kind of country where yer word don't mean shit unless there's something in it for you. The kind of country where you just don't get it. The kind of country where you're mean to your little brother and you're only looking out for number one. It give good country folk a bad name.

Good country folk honor one another, lift each other up, love each other unconditionally. Good country folk will sit with you a spell, call each other up just to say hey, and make sure you write home to your family every now and again. Good country folk go to church to praise Jesus and to make sure old man Cooper, who's gettin' along in years, is taken care of next week. Good country folk stick to their plans, return your stuff when they borrow it, and will mow your lawn when you're laid up with a broken leg. Good country folk know the difference between book learned and intelligent. Good country folk take care of their families, their friends, and their animals and expect you're doing the same. Good country folk don't judge you by the size of your pocketbook, but by the size of your heart. It don't matter if you drive a fancy car, dress in a three-piece suit, or wear alligator shoes. It don't matter if you ride a John Deere, kick mud off your boots every night, or have kissed the same woman goodnight for the last forty years. It matters only how you treat people. How you show respect. How you stick to your commitments. Are you a pig in the kitchen kinda country or the love each other kinda country? It don't matter if you live in the city... there is a little bit of country in each of us. What matters is which kind.