White Trash Story

	  		Intro 

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My best friend Junior, he lives two trailers down 

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His wife MaryLou she runs the Caberet in town 

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They've got two kids, and they dont look like him 

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He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck, now he's gettin drunk again 


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I'm talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad 

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Tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had 

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Now I'm empty, I'm not sad 

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Talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad 




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Miss Sara Ann Bakersmith, she was my girlfriend 

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I took her top off for the first time at the drive-in 

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You know those had to be the coolest things I'd seen 

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She was passed around like a bottle of crown, but she was always sweet to me 


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Verse 3 

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Now Junior's Junior's kid, you know they call him "The Duece" 

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And his grandma she drinks vodka in her orange juice 

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She sells pot to kids, and she just got out of jail 

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Junior had to sell his new John-boat just to help to raise the bail 


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Solo 



Verse 4 
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Now my name's Carl Wayne, I've had two DUI's 

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Three years ago they took my license I dont drive 

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These boots can get me there, I live just down the street 

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Its last call, its too far to crawl, now help me to my feet 


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Just talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad 

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Talkin bout the good times