Well I was raised in a holler And I grew up eatin' mud And in my baby bottle was whiskey And I came from bad blood.
Well I got relatives here They just don't look quite right.
A couple of 'em only got one eye That I heard that they lost in a fight.
You know why You got any idea, what I’m talkin about, boy Do you know why
It's White Trash It's White Trash It's White Trash It's White Trash
My daddy started beatin' me At the tender age of five He said, "You gotta be tough motherfucker If you're ever gonna in this town alive"
He used to beat my momma And he’d spit in my face And laugh at the world Cause he was such a fuckin' disgrace
Do you know why You got any idea, son Do you know why
White Trash White Trash
Stand up Take it like a man boy Do as I say son You put this beer in your hand
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