Author: Country expression Page 20

I’ve got no dog in that fight.

Ain't I God's own fool?

What a bunch of potlickers

So ugly no fly would land on ‘em

If wishes were horses… beggars would ride.

It’s as hot as blue blazes.

A fine howdy-do

Don’t pay it no never mind.

He couldn't pull the skin off a custard.

A face like a boiled fist

So good it’ll make you smack yo mama.

He looked like Death sucking a sponge.

I feel like the underside of a turnip green.

Talk to the table.

A face like a bee keepers apprentice

So dry he had the rattles

He took in a lot of mules.

She could make a preacher cuss!

It's coming up a cloud.

She fell out of the ugly tree; and hit every branch on the way down.

Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise