White Trash - 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

Smokin' 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 daddy’s didn’t want us

Hanging 'round 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 daddy’s didn’t want us

Hanging 'round their girls

And they told every son they had

Don’t even think about it

Taking out the white trash

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?

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 daddy’s 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