White Trash in Your City

I’m white trash, pure white trash, white trash in your city.
I see you lookin’ down on me from below your hairless dome.
We got a word for you back home.

Barnyard animals are my friends.
That’s where I draw the line.
You folks do it with boys and girls,
Then blame it on the times.

I’m white trash, pure white trash, white trash in your city.
I see you lookin’ down on me, talkin’ dirty in your cellphone.
We got a word for you back home.

Get your fingers off my wallet.
Don’t try to sell me no bridge.
I know what you slickers call it.
My dictionary’s unabridged.

I’m white trash, pure white trash. I’m white trash in your city.
I see you lookin’ down on me, just ‘cause I’m unknown.
We got a word for you back home.

Lord, I miss my Mama’s cookin’,
And the babes down at the swimmin’ hole.
Southern girls are so good lookin’,
I could eat ‘em whole.

Meanwhile, back in Smoggy Town,
I’m tryin’ to strike it rich.
Lady Luck has got me down.
This city is a bitch.

I’m white trash, pure white trash. I’m white trash in your city.
I see you lookin’ down on me, reelin’ from your methadone.
We got a word for you…...back home.

 

Copyright 2010  NADJA MUSIC  Reinaldo Garcia 
Lyrics: May 17, 2009  Music: May 21, 2009  Monterey, California

Vocals: Chris James
Chip Abernathy - drums and percussion
Brian Pepo - bass
Tim Thompson - acoustic and electric guitars

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Fett,
Azalea Studios, Nashville, Tennessee

Success = boredom

Copyright 2010 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García

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