Redneck Jokes

Southern Style Tanning

Why did the redneck take a nap on his roof in the summer?
He thought it was the best way to get a full-body sun tan!

Summer Fishing

Why did the redneck go fishing in his bathtub during the summer?
He wanted to try out his new diving board, but it was just too hot outside!

Redneck Air Conditioning

Why did the redneck bring a fan to his BBQ?
Because he heard that it really helps with the grillin’ and chillin’!

Sick Hick

A redneck felt sick and decided to go to the doctor. The doctor examined him.
“I can’t seem to find the problem, but I think it has something to do with alcohol.”

“Well,” said the redneck, “then I’ll come back when you’re sober.’

Redneck Parkin’ Lot

If you have no cars that are mobile and 14 cars that aren’t, then you might be a redneck.

Redneck McDonalds

What do you call a bunch of tractors sittin outside a McDonalds in Arkansas? Senior Prom.

Smart Redneck

What’s smarter than a smart redneck? — A dumb hillbilly

Redneck Zoo

What’s the diff between a Yankee and Southern Zoo?
On a Yankee zoo cage it shows animal and scientific name in Latin.

On a Southern zoo it has name of the animal & the recipe

A Country War

A Tennessee man and an Alabama man were fighting in a war, and both were caught by the enemy. “Before i put you to death,” said the enemy, “do you have any last requests?” The Alabama man said, “Could you shoot me after you play the song ‘Yeah, Alabama?”
“Sure,” the man agreed. “How about you?”

The Tennessee man said, “COuld you shoot me before you play ‘Yeah, Alabam?”

Who dun it?

You know you’re a redneck if your dog farts and you take the credit.

An tragedy, and accident, and a great loss

George W. Bush is visiting a primary school and he visits one of the classes. They are in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asks the President if he would like to lead the discussion of the word “tragedy.”

So the illustrious leader asks the class for an example of a tragedy. One little boy stands up and offers: “If my best friend who lives on a farm, is playing in the field and a runaway tractor comes along and knocks him dead, that would be a tragedy.”

“No,” says President Bush, “that would be an accident.”

A little girl raises her hand: “If a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy.”

“I’m afraid not,” explains the exalted leader. “That’s what we would call a great loss.”

The room goes silent. No other children volunteer. President Bush searches the room. “Isn’t there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?”

Finally at the back of the room, little Johnny raises his hand. In a quiet voice he says: “If Air Force One carrying you was struck by a missile and blown to smithereens, that would be a tragedy.”

“Fantastic!” exclaims President Bush, “That’s right. And can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?”

“Well,” says the boy, “because it sure as hell wouldn’t be a great loss and it probably wouldn’t be an accident either.”

Christmas in West Virginia

Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the shack

Not a creature was stirrin’, cept the lice on muh back.

The Skoal cans wuz nailed to the screen door with care,

With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were sleepin’, all snug in their beds,

While visions of tractor pulls danced in their heads.

And Ma in her nightgown all stained with pound cake.

Had just settled down to watch Ricki Lake.

When out in the driveway, a loud noise I heard,

I opened the winder to check muh T-bird.

I ran to the door, like I’s on a mission,

But I tripped on some parts from muh granny’s transmission.

The moon shone outside, the hound dog wuz barkin’.

Muh daughter weren’t home yet, she wuz still out parkin’.

When what to muh whiskey blind eyes should I see

But a Chevy S-10, pulled by eight flyin’ sheep.

With a fat nasty driver, so disgustin’ and sick

I said, “Shoot Fire! That must be St. Nick!

More rapid than X-lax his wooly sheep came

And he belched and he hollered, and he called ’em by name.

Now CLIFFORD! Now VERNON! Now LESTER and ENUS!

On FESTUS! On ELMER! On ROSCOE and CLETUS!

From the top of the shack to them there garbage bins

Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away youins!

I heard a loud sound on the roof of muh shack.

Pud down muh beer and went fer muh gun rack.

He fell through the roof, plum killed my dog,

I swear that ole’ Santa looked just like Boss Hog.

He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front,

And his jeans were all bloody from that morning’s hunt.

A big nekkid lady tattooed on his arm,

And he wore black boots that he’d picked up in ‘Nam.

His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey.

From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky.

A scar on his cheek from a fight with the cops.

The veins on his face looked ready to pop.

The butt of a Marlboro clung to his lip

He wore a hip pack full of B-B-Q chips.

He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly.

I ain’t seen one that big since muh ex-wife Shelly.

He was gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three

And I laughed cause that redneck was smarter than me.

A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head,

From his hair came a rat that ran under the bed.

He reached in his sack, sipped his gin and tonic,

Then filled the kid’s stockings with Hooked on Phonics.

His toys came from Big Lots and they weren’t very nice

But he had lots of them and yuh can’t beat the price.

He gave us a tape of them hound dogs that sing Jingle Bells.

Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream pies,

And a Nascar T-shirt in Double X size.

When the presents were gone and he had no more,

He staggered and stumbled right through muh screen door.

He hopped in his truck, to his sheep gave an order

“Hurry up youins! To the Tennessee border!”

And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl,

“MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU REDNECKS! MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL… YEE HAWWWW!

Comin’ ‘Cross the Ohio River

There was a Kentucky redneck and an Ohio buckeye, fishing on their respective sides of the Ohio river. Just as soon as the redneck put his line in the water, he slung a fish onto the bank, and the buckeye was catching nothing, so he yelled across to the redneck, ”Buddy, I’d sure like to be on your side of the river!”

”Aight, tell ya whut, I’ll shine my flashlight ‘cross this river, and you can walk across this little beam of light!” the redneck yelled back.

The buckeye replied, ”Hain’t no way, buddy. I know you think I’m a fool! When I get halfway ‘cross, you’ll turn your flashlight off!”

Dog For Sale

In Tennessee, a guy sees a sign in front of a house: “Talking Dog for Sale.”

He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.

“You talk?” he asks.

“Yep,” the mutt replies.

“So, what’s your story?”

The mutt looks up and says, “Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.”

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

The owner says, “Ten dollars.”

The guy says, “This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him, so cheap?”

The owner replies, “He’s such a liar. He didn’t do any of that stuff.”

Hillbilly Valentine

Kudzu is green, My dog’s name is Blue, And I’m so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk, A-flapping in the breeze. Softer than Blue’s, And without all them fleas.

You move like the bass, Which excite me in May. You ain’t got no scales, But I luv you anyway.

You’re as graceful as okry, Jist a-dancin’ in the pan. Yo’re as fragrant as SunDrop, Right out of the can.

You have all yore teeth, For which I am proud; I hold my head high when we’re in a crowd.

On special occasions, when you shave yore armpits, Well, I’m in hawg heaven!

I’m plumb outta my wits. And speakin’ of wits, You’ve got plenty fer shore. ‘Cuz you married me, back in ’74.

Still them fellers at work, They all want to know, What I did to deserve such a purty, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape, Yo’re there fer yore man, To patch up life’s troubles, And stick ’em in the can.

Yo’re as strong as a four-wheeler, Racin’ through the mud, Yet fragile as that sanger, Named Naomi Judd.

Yo’re as cute as a junebug, A-buzzin’ overhead. You ain’t mean like no far ant, Upon which I oft’ tread.

Cut from the best pattern, Like a flannel shirt of plaid, You sparked up my life, Like a Rattletrap shad.

When you hold me real tight, Like a padded gunrack, My life is complete; Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.

Yore complexion, it’s perfection, Like the best vinyl sidin’. Despite all the years, Yore age, it keeps hidin’.

And when you get old, Like a ’57 Chevy, Won’t put you on blocks, And let grass grow up heavy.

Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie, With a RC cold drank, We go together; Like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate, For Valentine’s Day; They git it at Wal-Mart; It’s romantic that way.

Some men git roses, On that special day From the cooler at Kroger; “That’s impressive,” I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds, From a flea market booth. “Diamonds are forever,” They explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey, These will not do. For you are too special, You sweet thang you.

Redneck Marital Woes

You might be a redneck if you have to take your hat off so your wife can fit into the truck with you.

Family Reunion

You know your a redneck if you go to a family reunion looking for a girlfriend!

Smile

You might be a redneck if your jack-o lantern on your porch has more teeth than you do.

Redneck Wedding

You might be a redneck if you’re late for your wedding because you were at a monster truck rally.

Redneck Hitchiker

A truck driver was driving down the highway when he sees a priest hitchhiking on the road. He stops to pick up the priest, but he has a few misgivings about giving him a ride; usually when the driver sees a redneck on the road, he hits them — with a priest in the truck, he’d have to swerve. But the driver decides to pick up the priest.

A little while later, he comes across a redneck hitchhiking. He decides to just swerve and let this one live when, all of a sudden he hears a “BOOM!” The driver looks over at the priest, who says, “Don’t worry — I got him with the door.”

Redneck Easter

You might be a redneck if last year you hid Easter eggs under cowpies!

The Redneck’s Milk

How did the redneck die drinking milk?

The cow sat on him!

Space Shuttle Redneck

How’d the redneck git lost in space?

He rolled down the window to spit out his chaw!

Redneck Deer

You might be a redneck if you’ve ever hit a deer with your car, deliberately!

UFOs

Y’might be a redneck if the UFO hotline limits you to one call per day!

Redneck Foreplay

What does a redneck call foreplay?

‘Hey sis, you awake?’

Redneck Hotel

You know you’re in a redneck hotel when you phone the front office and say, “I’ve got a leak in the sink.”

And they say, “Go ahead!”

Precipitation Perception Summer Fishing

Southern Style Tanning

Why did the redneck take a nap on his roof in the summer?
He thought it was the best way to get a full-body sun tan!

Summer Fishing

Why did the redneck go fishing in his bathtub during the summer?
He wanted to try out his new diving board, but it was just too hot outside!

Redneck Air Conditioning

Why did the redneck bring a fan to his BBQ?
Because he heard that it really helps with the grillin’ and chillin’!

Sick Hick

A redneck felt sick and decided to go to the doctor. The doctor examined him.
“I can’t seem to find the problem, but I think it has something to do with alcohol.”

“Well,” said the redneck, “then I’ll come back when you’re sober.’

Hilarious Shorts

Redneck Parkin’ Lot

If you have no cars that are mobile and 14 cars that aren’t, then you might be a redneck.

Redneck McDonalds

What do you call a bunch of tractors sittin outside a McDonalds in Arkansas? Senior Prom.

Smart Redneck

What’s smarter than a smart redneck? — A dumb hillbilly

Redneck Zoo

What’s the diff between a Yankee and Southern Zoo?
On a Yankee zoo cage it shows animal and scientific name in Latin.

On a Southern zoo it has name of the animal & the recipe

A Country War

A Tennessee man and an Alabama man were fighting in a war, and both were caught by the enemy. “Before i put you to death,” said the enemy, “do you have any last requests?” The Alabama man said, “Could you shoot me after you play the song ‘Yeah, Alabama?”
“Sure,” the man agreed. “How about you?”

The Tennessee man said, “COuld you shoot me before you play ‘Yeah, Alabam?”

Who dun it?

You know you’re a redneck if your dog farts and you take the credit.

An tragedy, and accident, and a great loss

George W. Bush is visiting a primary school and he visits one of the classes. They are in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asks the President if he would like to lead the discussion of the word “tragedy.”

So the illustrious leader asks the class for an example of a tragedy. One little boy stands up and offers: “If my best friend who lives on a farm, is playing in the field and a runaway tractor comes along and knocks him dead, that would be a tragedy.”

“No,” says President Bush, “that would be an accident.”

A little girl raises her hand: “If a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy.”

“I’m afraid not,” explains the exalted leader. “That’s what we would call a great loss.”

The room goes silent. No other children volunteer. President Bush searches the room. “Isn’t there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?”

Finally at the back of the room, little Johnny raises his hand. In a quiet voice he says: “If Air Force One carrying you was struck by a missile and blown to smithereens, that would be a tragedy.”

“Fantastic!” exclaims President Bush, “That’s right. And can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?”

“Well,” says the boy, “because it sure as hell wouldn’t be a great loss and it probably wouldn’t be an accident either.”

Christmas in West Virginia

Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the shack

Not a creature was stirrin’, cept the lice on muh back.

The Skoal cans wuz nailed to the screen door with care,

With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were sleepin’, all snug in their beds,

While visions of tractor pulls danced in their heads.

And Ma in her nightgown all stained with pound cake.

Had just settled down to watch Ricki Lake.

When out in the driveway, a loud noise I heard,

I opened the winder to check muh T-bird.

I ran to the door, like I’s on a mission,

But I tripped on some parts from muh granny’s transmission.

The moon shone outside, the hound dog wuz barkin’.

Muh daughter weren’t home yet, she wuz still out parkin’.

When what to muh whiskey blind eyes should I see

But a Chevy S-10, pulled by eight flyin’ sheep.

With a fat nasty driver, so disgustin’ and sick

I said, “Shoot Fire! That must be St. Nick!

More rapid than X-lax his wooly sheep came

And he belched and he hollered, and he called ’em by name.

Now CLIFFORD! Now VERNON! Now LESTER and ENUS!

On FESTUS! On ELMER! On ROSCOE and CLETUS!

From the top of the shack to them there garbage bins

Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away youins!

I heard a loud sound on the roof of muh shack.

Pud down muh beer and went fer muh gun rack.

He fell through the roof, plum killed my dog,

I swear that ole’ Santa looked just like Boss Hog.

He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front,

And his jeans were all bloody from that morning’s hunt.

A big nekkid lady tattooed on his arm,

And he wore black boots that he’d picked up in ‘Nam.

His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey.

From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky.

A scar on his cheek from a fight with the cops.

The veins on his face looked ready to pop.

The butt of a Marlboro clung to his lip

He wore a hip pack full of B-B-Q chips.

He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly.

I ain’t seen one that big since muh ex-wife Shelly.

He was gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three

And I laughed cause that redneck was smarter than me.

A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head,

From his hair came a rat that ran under the bed.

He reached in his sack, sipped his gin and tonic,

Then filled the kid’s stockings with Hooked on Phonics.

His toys came from Big Lots and they weren’t very nice

But he had lots of them and yuh can’t beat the price.

He gave us a tape of them hound dogs that sing Jingle Bells.

Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream pies,

And a Nascar T-shirt in Double X size.

When the presents were gone and he had no more,

He staggered and stumbled right through muh screen door.

He hopped in his truck, to his sheep gave an order

“Hurry up youins! To the Tennessee border!”

And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl,

“MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU REDNECKS! MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL… YEE HAWWWW!

Comin’ ‘Cross the Ohio River

There was a Kentucky redneck and an Ohio buckeye, fishing on their respective sides of the Ohio river. Just as soon as the redneck put his line in the water, he slung a fish onto the bank, and the buckeye was catching nothing, so he yelled across to the redneck, ”Buddy, I’d sure like to be on your side of the river!”

”Aight, tell ya whut, I’ll shine my flashlight ‘cross this river, and you can walk across this little beam of light!” the redneck yelled back.

The buckeye replied, ”Hain’t no way, buddy. I know you think I’m a fool! When I get halfway ‘cross, you’ll turn your flashlight off!”

Dog For Sale

In Tennessee, a guy sees a sign in front of a house: “Talking Dog for Sale.”

He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.

“You talk?” he asks.

“Yep,” the mutt replies.

“So, what’s your story?”

The mutt looks up and says, “Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.”

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

The owner says, “Ten dollars.”

The guy says, “This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him, so cheap?”

The owner replies, “He’s such a liar. He didn’t do any of that stuff.”

Hillbilly Valentine

Kudzu is green, My dog’s name is Blue, And I’m so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk, A-flapping in the breeze. Softer than Blue’s, And without all them fleas.

You move like the bass, Which excite me in May. You ain’t got no scales, But I luv you anyway.

You’re as graceful as okry, Jist a-dancin’ in the pan. Yo’re as fragrant as SunDrop, Right out of the can.

You have all yore teeth, For which I am proud; I hold my head high when we’re in a crowd.

On special occasions, when you shave yore armpits, Well, I’m in hawg heaven!

I’m plumb outta my wits. And speakin’ of wits, You’ve got plenty fer shore. ‘Cuz you married me, back in ’74.

Still them fellers at work, They all want to know, What I did to deserve such a purty, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape, Yo’re there fer yore man, To patch up life’s troubles, And stick ’em in the can.

Yo’re as strong as a four-wheeler, Racin’ through the mud, Yet fragile as that sanger, Named Naomi Judd.

Yo’re as cute as a junebug, A-buzzin’ overhead. You ain’t mean like no far ant, Upon which I oft’ tread.

Cut from the best pattern, Like a flannel shirt of plaid, You sparked up my life, Like a Rattletrap shad.

When you hold me real tight, Like a padded gunrack, My life is complete; Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.

Yore complexion, it’s perfection, Like the best vinyl sidin’. Despite all the years, Yore age, it keeps hidin’.

And when you get old, Like a ’57 Chevy, Won’t put you on blocks, And let grass grow up heavy.

Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie, With a RC cold drank, We go together; Like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate, For Valentine’s Day; They git it at Wal-Mart; It’s romantic that way.

Some men git roses, On that special day From the cooler at Kroger; “That’s impressive,” I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds, From a flea market booth. “Diamonds are forever,” They explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey, These will not do. For you are too special, You sweet thang you.

Redneck Marital Woes

You might be a redneck if you have to take your hat off so your wife can fit into the truck with you.

Family Reunion

You know your a redneck if you go to a family reunion looking for a girlfriend!

Smile

You might be a redneck if your jack-o lantern on your porch has more teeth than you do.

Redneck Wedding

You might be a redneck if you’re late for your wedding because you were at a monster truck rally.

Redneck Hitchiker

A truck driver was driving down the highway when he sees a priest hitchhiking on the road. He stops to pick up the priest, but he has a few misgivings about giving him a ride; usually when the driver sees a redneck on the road, he hits them — with a priest in the truck, he’d have to swerve. But the driver decides to pick up the priest.

A little while later, he comes across a redneck hitchhiking. He decides to just swerve and let this one live when, all of a sudden he hears a “BOOM!” The driver looks over at the priest, who says, “Don’t worry — I got him with the door.”

Redneck Easter

You might be a redneck if last year you hid Easter eggs under cowpies!

The Redneck’s Milk

How did the redneck die drinking milk?

The cow sat on him!

Space Shuttle Redneck

How’d the redneck git lost in space?

He rolled down the window to spit out his chaw!

Redneck Deer

You might be a redneck if you’ve ever hit a deer with your car, deliberately!

UFOs

Y’might be a redneck if the UFO hotline limits you to one call per day!

Redneck Foreplay

What does a redneck call foreplay?

‘Hey sis, you awake?’

Redneck Hotel

You know you’re in a redneck hotel when you phone the front office and say, “I’ve got a leak in the sink.”

And they say, “Go ahead!”

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