whitetrash

The White Trash Song
(Steve Young)
© Warner-Tamerlane (BMI)

Well, I wake up every morning
About the break of dawn
Hear the rooster crowing
And feel all alone
There's honeysuckle outside my window
Dew sparkling on the vines
Little squirrels a'barkin'
Like they was a mountain lion
And I get to thinking about the road
And all them times I come home again
I was born a child to these muddy roads
Looks like I'll die here lonesome as the wind

'cause all my cars they're broke down
They're laying in my front yard
I ought get one together, Lord
But the work just seems so hard
A man come by here this morning
He wanted to paint my barn
He painted See Rock City US Highway 41

I used to have a church woman
Pretty as she could be
She ran off with a TV preacher up in Nashville, Tennessee
So I drank a whole lot of liquor, mama, I drank a whole lot of booze
I'm a midnight country rambler, Lord, I ain't got nothing to lose

So when you're carving my tombstone,
Honey, don't worry none about no name
You just tell 'em that he came with the morning wind
And he left with the Georgia rain
You just say he could play that fiddle
He could make that dobro ring
He could make that guitar sparkle like that early morning rain
A man come by here this morning
He wanted to paint my barn
He painted See Rock City US Highway 41

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