Three rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower:
Cooter, Ronnie and Donnie. As they start their descent, Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly. As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says, 'Well, shucks, someone should go and tell his wife. Donnie says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it.' Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser. Ronnie says, 'Where did you get that beer, Donnie?' 'Cooter's wife gave it to me,' Ronnie replies. 'That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you beer?' 'Well, not exactly', Donnie says. 'When she answered the door, I said to her, "you must be Cooter's widow." She said, 'You must be mistaken. I'm not a widow.' Then I said, 'I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are."
Rednecks are good at Sensitive Stuff.

That's one of those jokes where you laugh, and then, knowing rednecks, go, "Damn! That could be a true story".

I have a mechanic friend that when Jeff Foxworthy did his routine + said you know you're a redneck if you have an automatic transmission in your bathtub. He + his wife looked at each other + he said,"Don't say a word."