Yeah boy, that's right.Well I was raised in a holler
I grew up eatin' mud
And my baby bottle
It was filled with beer and bloodWell I got relatives here
They just don't look quite rightA couple of 'em only got one eye
That I heard that they lost in a fightYou know why
You got any idea, boy
Do you know whyIt's white trash
It's white trash
It's white trash
It's white trashMy daddy - he started beatin' me
Around the tender age of five
He said "You gotta be tough -
If you're ever gonna get out of this world alive"He used to beat my momma
And spit in my face
And laugh at the world
'cause it was such a fuckin' disgraceDo you know why
Do you know why
I'll tell you whyWhite trash
White trashStand up
Be a good man
Do as I say boy
Put this beer in your handWhite trash
I'm white trash
I'm white trash
I'm white trash
Songwriters
Shelton WilliamsPublished by
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