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