White Trash

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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