Between the trailer and the dog

And the cars on blocks and the hogs

Out in the front yard, where the kids play, no grass

Yeah, there was mama, in her house shoes

Smoking Salem lights with a tattoo

You add it all up, that's why they call us white trash

Well if they had their way, they'd thrown us all 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 told every son they had

Don't even think about taking out the white trash

Now between her Beamer, and her Ray Bans

And her spring break seaside sun 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 had their way, they'd thrown us all 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 told every son they had

Boy, don't even think about taking out the white trash

That girl's 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 had their way, they'd thrown us all 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 boys white ass

All for even thinking 'bout taking out the white trash

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