Lyrics

[Chorus: McCarver] Well I might have been born just poor white trash But I sold a few records and made a little cash The doctors and the lawyers don't think its funny They're livin' next door to white trash with money [Verse 1: McCarver] I was born on the wrong side of the tracks I quit school early and I never went back The rich kids all looked down on me They said as good as them was something that I'd never be Started playing my guitar to earn a few bucks Singing my songs to a room full of drunks A record man heard me down at Kittie's bar Said come on to Nashville, I'll make you a star [Chorus] I might have been born just poor white trash But I sold a few records and made a little cash They doctors and the lawyers don't think its funny That they're livin' next door to white trash with money [Verse 2: Colt Ford] Well howdy y'all name's Colt Sorry bout the Bass boat I got it stuck in the ditch Sucker came right off the hitch I never thought I'd get the chance To have a yard that had some plants Me and all my closest kin are sure glad we moved in next to y'all [Verse 3: McCarver] I bought a big house on top of the hill A brand new Harley and a Coupe de Ville The neighbors all cried when I moved in Seems real-estate is cheaper than its ever been The radio plays all of my songs I lay around the pool and listen all day long This country boy's life sure turned out swell If the neighbors don't like it they can all go to well... [Chorus: McCarver] I might have been born just poor white trash But I sold a few records and made a little cash They doctors and the lawyers don't think its funny That they're livin' next door to white trash with money [Bridge: McCarver] Life's just fine for me and my honey We're happy just being white trash with money [Outro: McCarver] Well hey baby did our stimulus check come in the mailbox yet I hear they plan on kicking us out of the neighborhood Maybe we ought to put a couple pink flamingos out in the front yard Fix the place up a little bit