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My name is Brandon you dont have to call me that most folk dont they just call me hillbilly

BIG LIKE A BEAR BUT AS RAPID AS A WOLVERINE
teams are SASKATCHEWAN ROUGH RIDERS, RAMS, RAIDERS, TITANS

GOOD OL BOY GONE BAD

OWNER OF A 78 OLDS 442 AND A 04 FORD F-150 KING RANCH

COWBOY UP DUST YOURSELF OFF GIT BACK IN THE SADDLE AND GIVE HER ONE MORE TRY SWEAT AND BLOOD GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT CUZ THE ROAD TO HEAVEN IS A HELL OF A RIDE THE TOUGH GIT GOIN WHEN THE GOIN GITS ROUGH CUZ THEY KNOW THEY GOTTA COWBOY UP........

I may not play a glory position but without LINEMEN like me there is no glory for the others

Fav Band - Brooks And Dunn
Fav Song - Hillbilly Deluxe


WE LIVE WE DIE AND THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND
NEVER PASS UP A BATHROOM NEVER WASTE A HARD-ON AND NEVER TRUST A FART

I Have Dedicated 12 Years Of My Life To Tackle Football And I Hope To Countinue That



Jimmy "BILLYBOB" Jackson RIP
rolled his Kenworth

IM IN BOTH THESE I DIDNT TALK BUT IM WEARING A WHITE JERSEY WITH ELBOW PADS FIND ME LEAVE COMMENTS OF THE TIME U SAW ME AND I WILL TELL YOU IF YOU ARE RIGHT







OKANAGON RIGHT SIDE OFFENSIVE TACKLE



A REDNECK IS THE BACKBONE OF THIS COUNTRY

Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
I do no give a damn.

I'm glad I fit (fought) against 'er (her)
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done.

I hates the Yankee nation
And eveything they do
I hates the declaration
Of independence too.

I hates the glorious union
'Tis dripping with our blood
I hates the striped banner
And fit (fought) it all I could.

I rode with Robert E. Lee
For three years there about
Got wounded in four places
And I starved at Pint (Point) Lookout.

I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
Campin' in the snow
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some mo'. (more.)

Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.

They died of southern fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got.

I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em down no mo' (more)
But I ain't a-goin' to love 'em (them)
Now that is serten sho. (certain sure.)

And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn.

Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a damn.

I'm glad I fought against 'er (her)
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done.

I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done...

Them Good Ol' Boys Are Bad

It’s Friday night, the parkin’ lot behind the Dewdrop Inn
There’s Brandon and James and Ricky And TJ
The best and worst of friends
They don’t behave like they were raised to act by Mom and Dad
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad

Sippin’ whiskey from a dixie cup
And lyin’ to each other till long past sun up
Playin’ stud for two weeks pay
Well that’s okay
They wake up late and have to ask
What kinda time they had
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad

The ladies come, the ladies go, they never seem to stay
The boys’ll give ‘em plenty, but they won’t give their hearts away
But when they leave at least they leave ‘em satisfied and not sad
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad

Sippin’ whiskey from a dixie cup
And lyin’ to each other till long past sun up
Playin’ stud for two weeks pay
Well that’s okay
They wake up late and have to ask
What kinda time they had
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad

They wake up late and have to ask
What kinda time they had
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad

But lately they ain’t growin’ up, they’re only growin’ old
Cause underneath their outlaw skin there beats a heart of gold
They need their fun cause everyone’s a school of hard knocks grad
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys ain’t bad

Sippin’ whiskey from a dixie cup
And lyin’ to each other till long past sun up
Playin’ stud for two weeks pay
Well that’s okay
They wake up late and have to ask
What kinda time they had
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad

Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad
Oh Lord them good ol’ boys are bad

All The Doctors And Lawyers Don't Think Its Funny That They're Living Next Door To White Trash With Money

OK SO I AINT JUST A DIRT ROAD HICK! I AM ALSO A GREASER, JOCK, AND SOMETIMES A BRAWLER.

90% of teens say "oh shit" before a major
traffic wreck. The other 10% are from Southern Alberta
and say, "hold my beer and watch this!!"

cotton picker means best buddy, worst enemy, somebody you know, somebody you dont know, somebody you like, somebody you dont like, somebody that you wanna compliment, somebody you wanna insult, somebody that did you a favor, somebody who done you worng or somebody that picks cotten

YOU DONT LIKE IT HERE GIT DA FUCK OUT

hey call me Shotgun Bobby, rock the young hotties
Jock the John Gottis, sock the paparazzi
Real life Fonzie, I roll like Yahtzee
I like stars and bars but I ain't no Nazi
So fuck you, fuck u in the nose
Fuck you and your flows, fuck you and your hoes
Fuck u and your mother if u can't understand it
I'm the illest mutha fucker on the God damn planet
Huh


Ain't about my pistol
Ain't about my boots
Ain't about no northern drives
Ain't about my southern roots
Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps
"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp"
Ain't about excuses or alibis
Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies
Ain't about the races, the crying shame
To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same

Don't get me wrong It just ain't right
May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight
If you want to live another day
Stay out the way of the southern thing

Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass
It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past
Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag
Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag

You think I'm dumb, maybe not too bright
You wonder how I sleep at night
Proud of the glory, stare down the shame
Duality of the southern thing

My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side
He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night
Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone
From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home
Ain't no plantations in my family tree
Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free
"But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?"
His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man

I heard the story as it was passed down
About guts and glory and Rebel stands
Four generations, a whole lot has changed
Robert E. Lee
Martin Luther King
We've come a long way rising from the flame
Stay out the way of the southern thing









C - Conserative
H - Hometown
A - Anarchy
O - Opposed
S - Setting

To All The Medicine Hat gangsta wannabe's cuz you cant be gangsta in a HICK TOWN.
Don't Piss Off The Boys From Southern Alberta. We Won't Let It Slide. They Might Find You In The South Saskatchewan River Or They Might Not Find You At All. There'll Be No Place To Run Or Hide. And You Family Ain't Safe At All. We're Keeping An Eye On You. Don't Piss Us Off Better Take It Like A Man. We Got Good Help Down In Cypress County And They'll Hunt You Down Like A Dog.