Nah, I’m not really interested in squealing like a pig for anyone.
Maybe you could learn to play the banjo instead?
I should note that Georgia does not have a monopoly on culture.
I grew up in the backwoods of Oregon in a valley that was full of good folk who were light on the education and perhaps not the sorts of people that non-Irish Bostonians and the traditional elite of Philadelphia would hang out with.
Perhaps a decade ago I made contact with a guy I had grown up with who had gone on and made something of himself, and he said that whenever he was asked what was it like where he grew up, he referenced Deliverance.