Country Gal
Hey, Ah ain't never put on no airs
Ah'm as country as country gits.
Ah love m' okrey batter-fried,
Breakfast is served with hot grits.
Ah git kinda' weary when folks come around
Lookin' down noses at me.
Ah got more sense than Ah git credit far
Tho Ah DON'T spec some Yankee to see.
Ah mus' be doin' a purty fair job
Cause yew tawk like ah got a slow wit.
That's all right. Cause Ah don't mind.
What ya'll thank don't even mean spit!
See? Ah got a mission in this ole' life,
Yew might not understand.
Ah jest want to live in the peace of the wood
An' do no harm to no fella' man.
See? Yew might thank that Ah tawk real slow,
An' wanta mold me in some spayshul class,
Sugah, Ah might tawk kinda easy and slow,
But ah can thank really fast.
Music: I Was Country When Country Wasn't Cool
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Well I don't care what anyone says or thinks,I think it's the sexiest accent going.[southern].Listening to a guy talk in that long southern drawl to me is so soothing.Of course my husband is from Georgia.A wonderful little write Jessica.
Hey, Jessica; very funny! I love the story about what inspired this too. Hilarious!! Hee Hee. Is "county as county gets" supposed to be [country as country gets]? I think you might want to change "for" at the end of L-7 to [fer]. I think it would be more consistent with the rest of the poem's lingo. I am from Virginia originally. I had an accent until I moved to California when I was ten. My dad still lives in Va, and is married to a very nice NC gal with a lovely accent of her own.
Dan Tompsett
"There is no good writing, only good editing."
There was a book I read called "The Blue Knight" though I can not remember the name of the author. The main characters were two young fellows who grew up in what is known as "Hells Kitchen" in NYC. A point made by one boy was that when they wanted to belittle some one in their younger days they would call that person a "farmer", of course, the implication that farmers were half witted hicks. He further stated that after they grew up and had the advantage of hindsight it was the kids in the urban areas, them, who were the hicks. The rural kids didn't grow up with as many conveniances as the urbans and generally had to work for things that the urbans took for granted. Of course, this is true everywhere today and every day. What is so ironic is the obvious that a person who would be so rude as to make such a comment to another, especially publicly, would have to be a moron to begin with. That is why we who live in "fly-over-country" look up at the sophisticates flying over and wave and smile and say "keep on flying over!" or, put another way, "welcome to Missouri, now, go home!" James