The White Trash Song(Live)

The White Trash Song - Steve Young

I wake up every morning

About the break of dawn

Hear the rooster crowing

Feel all alone

There's honeysuckle outside my window

Dew sparkling on the vine

Little squirrels barking

They thought it was mountain

I get to thinking about the road

And all the times I come home again

I was born a child to these muddy roads

I guest I've die here lonesome as wind

'Cause all my cars they're broke down

Laying in my front yard

I ought to get one together love

But the work just look so hard

But a man come around this morning

He wanted to paint my barn

He painted

See Rock City US Highway 41

I use to have a church woman

Pretty as she could be

But she run off with old Jimmy Swaggart

Up in Nashville Tn

So I drink a lot of whiskey mama you know

I drink a whole lot of booze

I'm a midnight country rambler

I ain't got nothing to lose

Yes when you

Carve my tombstone honey

Don't worry about no name

You can tell him that he come with the morning wind

And a left with the jaw jaw rain

But he could play a fiddle

Make a dobro ring

He could make a guitar sparkle

Like that early morning rain

Yeah a man come around this morning

He wanted to paint my barn

He painted

See rock City Us Highway 41