Written by Mike Dekle/Byron Hill
D Yes I live in a single wide G To get up here takes a 4 wheel drive D A And a mean old dog whose name is Sic ‘em Sam D Got a motor hangin’ from a tree G Got a satellite dish and a trampoline D A D But that don’t make me what they say I amI burn my trash in a big old drum Sometimes I might shoot my gun That car of yours on blocks is hard to miss This place is like heaven now It was more like hell with you around So let ‘em talk, say anything they wishD G D Cause there ain’t no trash in my trailer D A Though they might find an empty can of beer D G D Bm There ain’t been no trash in my trailer D G D A D Since the day I threw you out of here