White Trash Lyrics

I′m finally on the up and up
A lil' 401K
Traded in my trailer park
For a baby hood with a gate

We finally got a castle
Last one on the right, you can′t miss it
Upgraded from the barbed wire
Now I got a nice picket
I can play high class all day but some things never change

I can't hide it in a closet
I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there′s treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can keep it clean on Sundays
And keep the lights and water on
But I can′t keep my white trash off the line

Car engine from a flowerbed
In a whiskey bottle base
Cadillac on a cinderblock
Duct tape on every other thing

Milk carton in the sunroom
Bugs out the back scream
Dog hair on the restoration highway
Who says you can't have nice things?

I can′t hide it in a closet
I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there′s treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can keep my roots from showing
But I'm still dishwater blind
And I can′t keep my white trash off the line

New money, old habits
Loveseat in the plastic
Steak fingers in a basket
New money, old habits

I can't hide it in a closet
I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there′s treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can keep it clean on Sundays
And keep the lights and water on
But I can′t keep my white trash off the line

Got more rooms than the Jones'
Y′all and I'm still addin′ on
But I can't keep my white trash off the line

I′m finally on the up and up
I'm finally on the up and up