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"
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 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
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 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