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If she were an inch taller she'd be round.

She’d scare a haint up a thorn tree.

He ran like his feet were on fire and his ass was catchin'.

Do it up brown

Air up your car

Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise

Sure as the vine twines 'round the stump, you are my darlin' sugar lump.

Well, slap my head and call me silly.

Sharp as a ball peen hammer.

Jackin yer jaw

To think hard of

Watch him; he'll slip a baby copperhead in your pocket, then ask you for a light.

It's cold enough to hang meat in here.

I'm feeling as low as a toad in a dry well.

She'll be late to her own funeral.

I feel like a dog's breakfast.

A face like a welder’s bench

Lying like a snake in the grass.

I haven't seen you since Hector was a pup.

Pore mouthin’

We better git on the stick!