White Trash Blues by Quireboys
Nothing doin', y'know the place is dry
No one's cookin', and I don't know why
Well I called my friend on the telephone
A women was there but he weren't home
White trash baby, give me white trash baby
Home since Friday, I had a bad weekend
Sure am missing my best friend
Oh man he's sure good to me
But you don't get nothing for free
White trash baby, gimme white trash baby
Just a little bit just a shot
Whoah crazy white boy
Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues
Whoah crazy white boy
Don't ya know the lines are down
Jumpin' red lights and I'm climbing the walls
I don't like this, this place at all
Well it started out as a little fun,
I gotta get out, gotta cut and run
White trash baby, give me white trash baby
I aint swinging, no big deal
Ain't no problem to conceal
I been so long messed around
I never really left the ground
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