Yes, I am a hick from a hick town
where people look out for each other.
a town where people chip in money
for baby showers, weddings, funerals or a kid who needs shoes
a hick town where everyone knows everybody else’s story
where we are not afraid to eat a stranger’s baked goods
or give a hitchhiker a ride
we still have quilting bees and autumn festivals
I am from a hick town where people raise money to send a teen to England
We gather with our tractors and combines to help a farmer who is laid up
for if he does not get his crop in, he is financially sunk
Yes, I am a hick from a hick town
where people look out for each other
and proud of it
In a hick town
You learn to be nice to everyone
Because most people are your cousins
In a hick town
You stop and help your neighbors
Because it is kind and words travel fast
In a hick town
You share your time, food and money
Because everyone knows you and they talk
Call me hayseed, bumpkin, hillbilly, or crazy hick
Fresh inspiring country air surrounds me thick
I could run outside naked if I wanted
I live where deer and wild turkey are hunted
Wild boars wander up to my yard to root
My garden has veggies, my trees bear fruit
The sun I see is better than most ever find
Taking me away from the country would be unkind
I come from a hick town
we stare at the woman
competition on
A town of five thousand when I was a child
the shoe factory pulled out
so make that twenty-five hundred.
that’s nothing Gladys says
we kids rode cows to school through the field
no paved roads
everyone had corn fields, my town was twelve hundred.
twelve hundred! That is a metropolitan center!
My town had forty-two houses
We were all related; only two hundred and forty-six of us
in 1971.
How many kids were in your graduating class?
This query is from Lizzie, she is joining the fray.
“Twenty-one,” the woman said proudly.
“That’s huge!” Lizzie informed her.
“There were eight in my class; six boys and two girls.”
rural America
one hick town socialite to another
bragging rights for one
as soon as we crown the winner
Come quick. I’ve a limerick ‘bout a hick
Christened Billy Bop Be-bop; now his dick
It was sort of gigantic
Daisy thought it romantic ~
Though one look at it and Daisy got sick
An Old Hick Who Would Pick
Even though I have been an old hick,
Must be sure music did carefully pick;
Preferred;
Endured;
And to your soul the song would stick.
Jim Horn
H eck yeah, I be PROUD to one a dose!
I nbred? Lemme think (Who da HELL knows?)
C ountry to the core and reapin what I hoe
K ickin ass, takin names (Wantin sum mo?)
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