White Trash

Between the trailer and the door

And the cars on blocks and the hogs

Out in the front yard, where us kids played, no grass

Yeah, it was mama, in her house shoes

Smokin' Salem lights with a tattoo

You add it all up

That's why they call us white trash

Well, if they'd had their way, they'd have thrown us away like an empty bottle of wine

We belong sacked up, stacked on the curb in their mind

Their daddies didn't want us hanging 'round their girls

And they told every son they had, "Don't even think about it

Taking out white trash"

Now between her beamer and her Ray Bans

And her spring break seaside tan

Hell I could see she was on her own side of the tracks

Oh, you know I knew her from school

Yeah, she ran with the boys that were cool

Well, as far as I knew she wanted nothing to do with white trash

Well, if they'd had their way, they'd have thrown us away like an empty bottle of wine

We belong sacked up, stacked on the curb in their mind

Their daddies didn't want us hanging 'round their girls

They told every son they had, "Boy, don't even think about it

Taking out white trash", oh, yeah

That girl is my baby now

We live right here in this town

Got a bunch of kids running around

Ain't it funny how it all turned out?

If they'd had their way, they'd have thrown us away like an empty bottle of wine

We belong sacked up, stacked on the curb in their mind

And their daddies didn't want us hanging 'round their girls

And they whipped their boy's white ass

All for even thinking 'bout taking white trash

Thank God I know something 'bout running 'round with white trash