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The White Trash Song lyrics
Wake up every morning, about the break of dawn
Hear that rooster crowing, I feel so all alone
Honey suckle outside my window, dew sparklin' on the vine
Little squirrels is a barking
Like they thought they was a mountain lion
I get to think about the road, all the times I’ve been back again
I was born a child of these muddy roads
I guess I’ll die here lonesome as the wind
Cause all my cars are broke down
Laying in my front yard
I outta get one together
But the work just seems too hard
Some man come round this morning,
Wanting to paint in my barn
Paint it Z-Rock city, US Hwy 41!
I used to have a church woman-
Oh just as pretty as could be
Oh , but she ran off with ol' Jimmy Swaggert
Up in Nashville Tennessee
So I drink me a whole lot of liquor
Yeaah and I drink me a whole lot of booze
I’m a midnight country rambler, boys
And I ain’t got nothing to lose
I ain’t got nothing to lose boys
I wake up beyond the mornings
Laying in this jail
My head will be hurtin'
I won’t be feeling too well
That old fat bellied sheriff come talkin' out to me
I wanna know how it felt
Not being free
I said didn’t matter much
Didn’t hurt at all
I’d rather be locked up in jail, hell, hell
hell, foul bellied talk-
Some man came 'round this morning,
Wanting to paint my barn-Paint it Z-Rock city, US Hwy 41!
...Quiet now, get it loud...
...yeah...
Man came 'round this mornn' Wanting to paint in my barn
Paint it Z-Rock city, US Hwy 41!
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on The Other Life
- 2 A Hard Lesson to Learn
- 4 Wild and Lonesome
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