No we don’t fit in with that white-collar crowd
We’re a little too rowdy and a little too loud
There’s no place that I’d rather be
Than right here with my rednecks, white socks, and blue ribbon beer.
— Johnny Russell
That, my friends, is poetry. And so is seven innings, two runs and eight strikeouts. Can we get that from Brett “The Redneck Express” Myers today?
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