White Trash Story

My best friend Junior Well, he lives two trailers down And his wife Marylou She runs a cabaret in town And they've got two kids But they don't look like him He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck Now he's getting drunk again I'm talkin' 'bout the good times Drinkin' down the bad Tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' 'bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad Now Miss Sarah Ann Baker-Smith She was my girlfriend I took her top off For the first time at the drive-in You know those had to be The coolest things I've seen She was passed around like a bottle of Crown But she was always sweet to me I'm talking 'bout the good times Drinkin' down the bad I'm tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' 'bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad And now Junior's Junior's kid You know they call him "The Deuce" And his Grandma She drinks vodka in her orance juice She sells pot to kids And she just got out of jail Junior had to sell his new John boat Just to help raise the bail I'm talkin' 'bout the good times Drinkin' down the bad I'm tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' 'bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad And now my name's Carl Wayne And I've had two DUI's And three years ago they took my license I don't drive But these boots can get me there 'Cause I live just down the street And it's a last call, it's too far to crawl Now help me to my feet I'm talkin' 'bout the good times Drinkin' down the bad I'm tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' 'bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad I'm just talking 'bout the good times And drinking down the bad Well, I'm talking 'bout the good times