coming from a small town

I come from a small town in (ARKANSAS) where everyone pulls over to let an AMBULANCE or a FUNERAL PROCESSION pass. We don’t have FIRE FLIES, we have LIGHTNING BUGS. (Y’ALL) is a proper noun and (AIN’T) is definitely a word. SHOES aren’t necessary and if we go outside, we get dirty and we ain’t AFRAID OF IT. Chicken is FRIED and kool-aid is the HOUSE WINE. Shopping carts are (BUGGIES) and wash cloths are (RAGS). Oh and if you DISRESPECT your mama, you’re gonna get HIT with whatever’s close by.