White Trash Songtext
von Chris Janson

Between the trailer and the door
And the cars on blocks and the hogs
Out in the front yard, where us kids played, no grass
Yeah, it was mama, in her house shoes
Smokin′ Salem lights with a tattoo
You add it all up
That's why they call us white trash

Well, if they′d had their way, they'd have thrown us away like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up, stacked on the curb in their mind
Their daddies didn't want us hanging ′round their girls
And they told every son they had, "Don′t even think about it
Taking out white trash"


Now between her beamer and her Ray Bans
And her spring break seaside tan
Hell I could see she was on her own side of the tracks
Oh, you know I knew her from school
Yeah, she ran with the boys that were cool
Well, as far as I knew she wanted nothing to do with white trash

Well, if they'd had their way, they′d have thrown us away like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up, stacked on the curb in their mind
Their daddies didn't want us hanging ′round their girls
They told every son they had, "Boy, don't even think about it
Taking out white trash", oh, yeah

That girl is my baby now
We live right here in this town
Got a bunch of kids running around
Ain′t it funny how it all turned out?

If they'd had their way, they'd have thrown us away like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up, stacked on the curb in their mind
And their daddies didn′t want us hanging ′round their girls
And they whipped their boy's white ass
All for even thinking ′bout taking white trash
Thank God I know something 'bout running ′round with white trash