White Trash from Way Back

Well, I'm white trash from way back and I drive a Pontiac

And don't know no good way to act

I'm broken, I'm busted, but I can be trusted

To buff out a solid smokestack

I've never known nothing but the katydids humming

Some sad old mountain sound

And the smell of that rock burning holes

Through my poor hometown

Where the creek is high and so are the people

It's where I'll die when I'm old and I'm feeble

I'm getting by fine with my white lightning still

'Cause I'm white trash from way back in these Tennesse hills

Well, folks either get married or run off to war

But seem that neither quite know what they're doing it for

So we drink ourselves silly or huff ourselves blind

Or we crush little circles to little white lines

Where the creek is high and so are the people

It's where I'll die when I'm old and I'm feeble

I'm getting by fine with my white lightning still

'Cause I'm white trash from way back in these Tennesse hills

Where the creek is high and so are the people

It's where I'll die when I'm old and I'm feeble

I'm getting by fine with my white lightning still

'Cause I'm white trash from way back in these Tennesse hills

Yeah, I'm getting by fine with my white lightning still

'Cause I'm white trash from way back in these Tennesse hills