we all know them folk, over in the country-side blowing smoke, they don’t cough because their use to the smoke, they often tell terrible jokes and crack open a nice cold coke, if you make them tell you twice they won’t be so nice, listen to my advice: red necks are fun because they gave their son a gun at 12 years old, the country side they patrolled, these people are the cowboys of old, always running a little legal trouble, and they got a little facial stubble. redneck couples go hunting together, hoping to get a little something for dinner, he lets her skin it without giving a shit, this is the story of good old Johnny smith. O Johnny smith, grew up with a dad to was always gun clad, who didn’t quit to talk about commies, until they all slept beneath the Rockies. O Johnny smith had quite the whit and he never quit when shit got rough , he got tough and had to go do stuff, he was a great man with the plan, y’all shall never call his bluff, because when push came to shove, he smacked a bitch with a good Ol’ glove and they had enough. O Johnny smith grew up with a vision of a family now the police came a knocking and he came a rocking his children to sleep, but his wife started to weep when the cops pulled him off to prison and they wouldn’t listen to Johnny’s wife, they tell her that’s he’s looking at serving life. she asks why?, they say he’s the guy who killed a fat man with a knife, as they led good ol Johnny smith down the path, what they didn’t seem to understand was Johnny wasn’t their man, he served in the army and had two boys Tommie and Johnny Junior.... I guess they must’ve lost their humor because good ol Johnny now had no future and wouldn’t see his kids until he met death any sooner. Johnny sat there in his cell one day thinking of Hell, so he went down and prayed, he was prepared to make the trade that day, his soul for a little time with his Good ol boys, and so he could play a role in their lives until they grew up to have wives but as soon as he arrives at home, everything he has ever known was cloned and now differently owned, he pissed and moaned, until a farmer girl came out and loaned him a flower “here this should give you power to make it home on your own” he got up and felt it in his bones, by Golly, he had to get back home to Holly and the boys and let them hear their voice and to hear them rejoice. once Good ol Johnny smith made it home, he was without a witt, he most definitely now gave a shit and sat down and write the right side of the night, and all in the world was right as long as Johnny had his night, he sat down with his family that night and told them he loved em and nothing would separate them again