White Trash Story

My best friend Junior, well, he lives two trailers down

And his wife MaryLou, she runs the Caberet in town

And they've got two kids, but they don't look like him

He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck, now he's gettin' drunk again

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times, drinkin' down the bad

Tryin' to remember all those crazy nights that we had

But now I'm empty, but I'm not sad

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times and drinkin' down the bad

Miss Sara Ann Bakersmith, she was my girlfriend

I took her top off for the first time at the drive-in

You know those had to be the coolest things I'd seen

She was passed around like a bottle of Crown, but she was always sweet to me

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times, drinkin' down the bad

I'm tryin' to remember all those crazy nights that we had

But now I'm empty, but I'm not sad

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times and drinkin' down the bad

And now Junior's Junior's kid, you know they call him "The Deuce"

And his grandma, she drinks vodka in her orange juice

She sells pot to kids, and she just got out of jail

Junior had to sell his new Johnboat just to help to raise the bail

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times, drinkin' down the bad

I'm tryin' to remember all those crazy nights that we had

But now I'm empty, but I'm not sad

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times and drinkin' down the bad

And now my name's Carl Wayne and I've had two DUI's

And three years ago they took my license, I don't drive

But these boots can get me there, 'cause I live just down the street

And it's a last call, it's too far to crawl, now help me to my feet

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times, drinkin' down the bad

I'm tryin' to remember all those crazy nights that we had

But now I'm empty, but I'm not sad

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times and drinkin' down the bad

I'm just talkin' 'bout the good times and drinkin' down the bad

Well, I'm talkin' bout the good times