作词:Matt Coles,Jeff Balding,Ben Phillips,Adam Ayan,Tony Lucido,Scott Johnson,David Dorn,Justin Ostrander
作曲:Matt Coles,Tony Lucido,Adam Ayan,Ben Phillips,Jeff Balding,Scott Johnson,David Dorn,Justin Ostrander
所属专辑:Buy Me A Boat
歌词
White Trash - Chris Janson
作词:Adam Ayan/Ben Phillips/Ben Phillips/Ben Phillips/Ben Phillips/Brent Anderson/Brent Anderson/Brent Anderson/Chris Janson/David Dorn/David Dorn/Jeff Balding/Justin Ostrander/Matt Coles/Scott Johnson/Tony Lucido/Will Weatherly/Casey Beathard/Chris Janson
作曲:Adam Ayan/Ben Phillips/Ben Phillips/Ben Phillips/Ben Phillips/Brent Anderson/Brent Anderson/Brent Anderson/Chris Janson/David Dorn/David Dorn/Jeff Balding/Justin Ostrander/Matt Coles/Scott Johnson/Tony Lucido/Will Weatherly/Casey Beathard/Chris Janson
Between the trailer and the dog
And the cars on blocks and the hogs
Out in the front yard
Where us kids play
No grass
Yeah there was mama
In her house shoes
Smoking salem lights with the tattoos
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
And their daddies didn't want us
Hanging around their girls
And they told every son they had
Don't even think about it
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'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 around their girls
And they told every son they had
but oh don't even think about
Taking out the 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
their daddies didn't want us
Hanging around their girls
And they whipped their boy's white ass
All for even thinking about
taking out the white trash
Thank god I know something about
Running around with white trash
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