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Confederate Railroad

Genres: Rock

White Trash With Money Lyrics - Confederate Railroad

Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash 

But I sold a million records, made a little cash 

The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny 

That they're living next door to white trash with money 

 

Well, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks 

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 Kitty's bar 

He said, Come on to Nashville and I'll make you a star 

 

Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash 

But I sold a million records, made a little cash 

The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny 

That they're living next door to white trash with money 

 

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 

It seems real estate's cheaper than it's ever been 

 

Now the radio plays all the Railroad songs 

I lay around the pool and listen all day long 

This country boy's life sure turned out swell 

If the neighbor's don't like it, they can all go to 

 

Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash 

But I sold a million records, made a little cash 

The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny 

That they're living next door to white trash with money 

 

Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash 

But I sold a million records, made a little cash 

The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny 

That they're living next door to white trash with money 

 

Well, life's just fine for me and my honey 

We're happy just being white trash with money 

 

Say honey, what do you think about a couple of pink flamingos 

Out in the front yard 

No, well, I guess my [Incomprehensible] is out of the question 

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