Casey Donahew Band - White Trash Story - II (The Deuce) lyrics

rate me

I gotta get this trailer rollin' down hill

'Cause I'm sick of sitting here still

The good times and the bad have left me broke

Grandma, she smoked all my swagger

Dale Earnhardt 3 and the rebel flag

This trailer park is going straight to hell

But I'm still first class white trash if you can't tell

Now Junior, he's a little slow

He got 18 months for the plants he grows

and Mary Lou's back on the stripper pole to pay the bills

They got barefoot kids in cut off jhorts

They spend every week down at juvie court

For startin' fights and selling grandmas pills

Sarah Anne she can't be found

I guess she got tired of being passed around

And planned a waffle house wedding

On the morning of a one night stand

I gotta get this trailer rolling down hill

'Cause I'm sick of sitting here still

The good times and the bad have left me broke

Grandma, she smoked all my swagger

Dale Earnhardt 3 and the rebel flag

This trailer park is going straight to hell

But I'm still first class white trash if you can't tell

I guess dynamite fishing was a big mistake

'Cause my john boat stuck at the bottom of the lake

I got weekend stays and 6 months community service

And there's a pitbull chained to every tree

With a cardboard sign that says, pups are free

We got pink flamingos and blow up plastic pools

We like spotlight huntin' and natural light

And the cops get called here every night

And theres a 12 gauge smoking from a woman who can take a punch

I gotta get this trailer rolling down hill

'cause i'm sick of sitting here still

The good times and the bad have left me broke

Grandma, she smoked all my swagger

Dale Earnhardt 3 and the rebel flag

This trailer park is going straight to hell

But I'm still first class white trash if you cant tell

My little sister's getting married today

And my dad's still in jail, so I'll give her away

I'm gonna get hammered drunk

And light some shit on fire

I gotta get this trailer rolling down hill

'Cause i'm sick of sitting here still

The good times and the bad are all thats left

It's either house arrest or on parole

There's no turning back, I'm out of control

And this trailer park is going straight to hell

But I'm still first class white trash if you can't tell

I'm still first class white trash (if you can't tell)