These rednecks-who take chainsaw solos, use a 12-gauge shotgun for a microphone stand, and ambush alternative rock and political correctness in their numbskull lyrics-lack the chops to even hint at Lynyrd Skynyrd-level Dixie-boogie greatness. Still, how can you hate a gang of Georgia mud-stompers whose handlebar-mustachioed frontman owes his Jack Daniels-drooling growl to Jim Dandy Mangrum of Black Oak Arkansas and his name to Jesse James?
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