There’s a song on the local country station (SHUTUP!) lately that’s really catchy and burnin’ up the charts etc. so I hear it a few times a day.
It’s called Redneck Woman by Gretchen Wilson. The premise of the song is that she is indeed proud to be a Redneck and talks about drinking beer, living in a trailer park, 4x4ing, leaving the Christmas lights on all year long, shopping at Wal-Mart and being perfectly OK with all of that.
But one line is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me:
“You might think I’m trashy, but I don’t give a lick, I’ll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip”
barefooted. barefooted. BAREFOOTED! What. The. Fuck.
I’m really hoping that it’s some sort of ironic dig at the whole redneck concept, but considering the stories I’ve heard about this woman (“Yah, I talked to George Strait’s answering machine one day because I was returning his call, but I don’t remember what I said cuz I was drunk”) I sadly suspect it’s not.