Trash Lyrics

I ain't white bred

I'm wheat bread

I don't make much money but I'm well fed

I've learned too much

To earn too much

I just don't like walkin' 'round half dead



I ain't no slack jaw

Watchin' Hee Haw

Cause my black and white's ridin on the see saw

You see either way I saw a shade of gray

The extremes are my in-betweens, y'all



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Don't call me trash 'till you've slept in my trailer

'Till you've dug up my roots

'Till you've lived in my blues

A man that's on wheels ain't my notion of failure

So come to my trailer

My boudoir to peruse



You come to Nixa

The fuzz'll fix ya

Yea the Spokane cocaine it'll six ya

Cause the redneck knows how the greenbacks flow

They got their bathtubs dopin' up the hicks, yeah



You outclass me

You look past me

You are certain your ideas will outlast me

But when the singing senator

Takes everything you're in it for

You'll wonder why you never thought to ask me



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Johnny went to Branson

For to build himself a mansion

But the pretty magicians were holdin' hillbillies for ransom

Now Johnny doesn't go

To the Pharisee show

Cause he's mobile like a walkin' son of man, son



It may be corn meal

But it's the real deal

I think I'll walk the other way on the treadwheel

Me and the homebilly clan

Livin' in our tin cans

From the huckleberry ridge to the boot heel



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