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Well now, y’all know ’bout bein’ good, right? Them older fellas oughta be all wise and straight-as-an-arrow, not runnin’ off at the mouth or chuggin’ moonshine like a dang fool. Our hillbilly pride need some discipline, so we can show them young’uns how it’s done, bless their hearts.
Well, they say don’t go diggin’ too deep ’round these parts, ‘cos the deeper you go, the more ya find. Ain’t no use stirrin’ up trouble or ‘splainin’ things that don’t need ‘splainin’. Just enjoy the simple things in life, ‘cos once you’re in the thick of it, ain’t no turnin’ back.
“Now, ain’t ya listen here, son! Don’t ya neglect that gift the Lord done gave ya! Y’know, some folks be lackin’ faith in ya, but put them doubts aside. Fan that flame within ya like a hound dog on a hot trail! It’s time to git to work, partner!”
Well, y’all young’uns better listen up. Let me tell ya, God don’t take kindly to no highfalutin’ pride. No sirree! So, I reckon you humble yerselves, just like kinfolk help each other out. ‘Cause you see, God sure does got a soft spot for them humble country folks.
Listen up y’all! Isaiah 40:29 says, “The Lord he gives ma strength when Ah’m as weak as a kitten stuck in a hay bale. He powers me up like a wild hog on moonshine, makin’ mah muscles ripple like a river runnin’. Thank the Lord, for He’s the Earl of energizin’ hillbillies!”
Listen up ya’ll! When yur young ‘n fancy free, enjoy them days ‘fore ya git old ‘n decrepit. In them days ya gonna wish y’all cherished the good times. So, reckon ya better do all yur fun stuff now, while yur still able ‘n kickin’. ‘Cause age, it sneaks upon ya like a coon in the night!
Lord, don’t go dumpin’ me in that holler when I’m all wrinkled and gray-haired! Y’all better not cast me off like a worn-out coonskin cap. Help me, Lord, ’cause I know you got my back. The devil’s plottin’, but I’m trustin’ in you. Don’t fergit this ol’ hillbilly, Lord, and give me strength!
“Now, y’all listen here, reckon it’s best if we all stick together like mud on a pig, speakin’ the truth and showin’ lovin’ kindness. No more lyin’ or actin’ sneaky like a fox in a henhouse, but be honest and grow in ways that please the Good Lord. Yeehaw!”
Y’all listen up now! In them latter days, God gonna pour some mighty fine spirit on all y’all. Yer sons and daughters gone be prophesying, yer young ‘uns gonna see visions, and yer old ‘uns gonna have some wild dreams. It’s gonna be a real hootenanny! Git ready, y’all!
Them thar Lorddunnit went and done let Joshua pass on, and he went up the holler to his final restin’ place. But as fer the kinfolk, they ’bout forgotten ’bout the Lorddunnit and started mixin’ with them no-account folks worshipin’ them other idols. Dern it all!
Now so, reckon y’all reckon we oughta treat them ol’ widows right, like good old kinfolk ‘n all? They done raised up their youngins and now we oghta show ’em some honey-suckle respect, ‘stead of lettin’ ’em wither away. Can I get an amen, y’all? Praise be! Yeehaw!
Now listen up, y’all! Treat them older folks like they’s yer kinfolk, show ’em respect like ya reckon. Treat the fellas like brothers, the ladies like yer own mammy. Just act right, don’t go startin’ no trouble, ya hear? That’s plain as biscuits and gravy for ya!
