In follow-up to the recent batch of Southern sayings posts. [Part 1, Part 2, Part 3]

A weary old hound dog (ping!), hindquarters practically drooping from the exertion of poor Southern life, slouches down a dirt road (ping!). Close by, the door opens to a tiny shack (ping!), and an aging black man, stock-thin and slightly stooped (ping!), steps off his porch with grave solemnity, favoring the cumbersome table-leg prosthesis that is his plight. Sweet Jesus, we haven’t been watching Born for Hard Luck but a minute, and already the damn thing has our heads ringing with its steady toll of bathetic po’-folk clichés.

See also the first such article, from 2002, 13 Essential Southern Documentaries.