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    A Little Ditty, Y'all
    Written by Suzanne Rode on Sat Jul 12 00:07:37 1997 GMT

    There once was a guy named JimJoeBob
    Who lived in Arkansas
    He liked his Karits and corn on the cob
    He inbred ~ with his maw.

    JimJoeBob was a mechanic by trade
    And he lived in a trailer court
    His own brand of whiskey he made
    JimJoeBob had a brother named Mort.

    Jeff Foxworthy had a field day with JimJoeBob JimJoeBob, the model redneck. When the porch collapsed and killed his dawg, Poor ol' JimJoeBob found he wanted to sob.

    He sang his whiny country ballads
    And drank a six-pack (plus some whiskey) Looked at Playboy, Penthouse, and some MADS~ He felt a little frisky.

    JimJoeBob got in his four wheel drive extended cab pickup And drove it down the highway He had long forgotten his poor deceased pup So he continued on to Neon Way.

    He found this really raunchy place
    So he parked his truck outside
    JimJoeBob hoped that the women didn't carry mace The last girl he'd even looked at had cried.

    So our hero in this here ditty
    Strolled into the strip joint
    He sat at a table and tried to look witty~ But there really was no point.

    'Cause things close early in Arkansas
    (Even the strip joints)
    Plus I don't wanna finish the ditty.
    The End.



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