Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive
Got a mean old dog whose name is Sick 'em SamI got a motor hangin' in a tree,
A satellite dish, a trampoline
A sixty-eight red Chevelle, been known to raise a little hell
All night, bar fightin', some of y'all sayin' I ain't livin' right
Eat butter beans and fried spam
I ain't what they say I am'Cause there ain't no trash in my trailer.
Though you might find an empty can of beer
No there ain't been no trash in my trailer, oh no
Since the day I threw you outta hereI burn my trash in a drum. Sometimes I shoot my gun
I'm mud boggin', camouflagin', a ball game is what I'm watchin'
I work hard, mow the yard, fish, hunt, knuckle scar,
Change oil, plow the soil, love a low country boy
I wear a suit for church and stuff, Daddy's the one that made me tough
He told me son, don't be ashamed of who you are and our family name
I'm makin' it proud, sayin' it loud, doin' my thing for the country crowd
I tell you the truth and don't give a damn
But I ain't what they say I am'Cause there ain't no trash in my trailer
Though you might find an empty can of beer
No there ain't been no trash in my trailer, oh no
Since the day I threw you outta hereGo on and burn a little trash there for me boysNo there ain't no trash in my trailer
Though you might find an empty can of beer
No there ain't been no trash in my trailer, oh no
Since the day I threw you outta hereNo there's no trailer trash livin' here
It's pretty dang spotless around here now boys