White Trash Songtext
von The Bellamy Brothers

Well there′s a '68 Camaro on blocks in her front yard
One of her ex-husbands left it there
And there′s a velvet painting of Rambo
Just a-glowing in the dark
In a single-wide trailer she teases that beehive hair

She's trash, white trash
Shootin' that bull, slingin′ that hash
Long on nerve, short on cash
She ain′t nothin' but white trash

Well there′s a greasy spoon full of rednecks
A-pinchin' her behind
She pretends she don′t enjoy it all that much
In her mind she takes a partner to share this dingy night
She's the queen of the scene
That most women wouldn′t touch


She's trash, white trash
Shootin' that bull, slingin′ that hash
Long on nerve, short on cash
She ain′t nothin' but white trash

All of those dreams from her younger days
Quickly dwindle with her middle age
Now she knows exactly what she is and always will be

Trash, white trash
Shootin′ that bull, slingin' that hash
Long on nerve, short on cash
She ain′t nothin' but white trash

Well there′s a kid with a dirty face
Asking questions about his dad
She just rolls her eyes and lights a cigarette
In her leopard spandex pants
And those high heels that she has
It's hard to tell the indifference from the regret

She's trash, white trash
Shootin′ that bull, slingin′ that hash
Long on nerve, short on cash
She ain't nothin′ but white trash

White trash