He's a redneck. He's a racist. In no way do I condone the racial slurs in this song, but if this song doesn't paint a picture of the deep South in the mid 20th century, nothin' does.
Generally people refer to me in all things whiskey around here. I'm kind of known for that. In this case however, I think my compadres have given some excellent suggestions, so nothing to add.
1980 Mercury Bobcat.
I inherited it from my Mother, who inherited it from my Grandfather. Luckily I only had to drive it for a few months, before it self ignited. A short in the wiring burnt up the entire engine bay area. What a POS!