The White Trash Song Lyrics - Scott H. Biram

Wake up every morning, by the break of dawn 

Hear that rooster crowing, I feel so all alone 

Honey snuggle outside my window, do sparkling oh divine 

Little squirrels is a'barking 

Like they thought they was a mountain-lion 

I get to thinking about the road, all the times I've been back again 

I was born a child of these muddy roads 

I guess I'll die here lonesome as the wind 

Cause all my cover broke down 

Playing' live fun yard 

I won't get one, get her 

But the road just seems too hard 

Someone come round this morning, 

Wanting to play in my barn 

He was highway 41 

Ladies and gentlemen 

Well I use to have me a 

Oh just as pretty as can be 

All the Jimmy swagger 

Left in Nashville Tennessee 

So I drink me a whole lot of liquor 

And I drink me a whole lot of booze 

I'm a midnight country-rambler 

And I ain't got nothing to lose 

I ain't got nothing to lose boys 

I wake up beyond the mornings 

Laying in this jail 

My head will be hurting 

I won't be feeling too well 

That old flat-belly sheriff talking out to me 

I wanna know how it felt: not being free 

I said didn't matter much, 

Didn't hurt at all 

I'll never be locked up in jail, hell, hell