The White Trash Song(Live) - Steve Young

The White Trash Song - Steve Young
I wake up every morning
About the break of dawn
Hear the rooster crowing
Feel all alone
There's honeysuckle outside my window
Dew sparkling on the vine
Little squirrels barking
They thought it was mountain
I get to thinking about the road
And all the times I come home again
I was born a child to these muddy roads
I guest I've die here lonesome as wind
'Cause all my cars they're broke down
Laying in my front yard
I ought to get one together love
But the work just look so hard
But a man come around this morning
He wanted to paint my barn
He painted
See Rock City US Highway 41
I use to have a church woman
Pretty as she could be
But she run off with old Jimmy Swaggart
Up in Nashville Tn
So I drink a lot of whiskey mama you know
I drink a whole lot of booze
I'm a midnight country rambler
I ain't got nothing to lose
Yes when you
Carve my tombstone honey
Don't worry about no name
You can tell him that he come with the morning wind
And a left with the jaw jaw rain
But he could play a fiddle
Make a dobro ring
He could make a guitar sparkle
Like that early morning rain
Yeah a man come around this morning
He wanted to paint my barn
He painted
See rock City Us Highway 41