3.

The White Trash Song

Steve Young

© Golden Chain Music, BMI

I wake up every mornin' about the break of dawn
Hear the rooster crowin' feel all alone
There's honeysuckle outside my window dew sparklin' on the vine
Little squirrels a barkin' like they thought they was a mountain lion
I get to thinkin' bout the road and all the times that I come back again
I was born a child to these muddy roads Lord I'll die here lonesome as the wind

Cause all my cars they’re broke down they're layin' in my front yard
I ought to get one together Lord but the work just seems so hard
Lord a man come by here this mornin' he wanted to paint my barn
Well he painted See Rock City US Highway 41
[ instrumental ]
Hey I used to have a church woman she was pretty as she could be
Oh but she run off with a singer up in Nashville Tennessee
So I drink a lot of liquor honey I drink a lot of booze
Hey I'm a midnight country rambler you know I ain't got nothin' to lose
[ instrumental ]
So when you carve my tombstone honey don’t worry none bout no name
Just see he come with a mornin' wind and left with the mountain rain
But he could play a fiddle Lord he could make a dobro ring
He could make a guitar sparkle Lord in the early mornin' rain
Hey the man come by here this mornin' yeah he wanted to paint my barn
Well he painted See rock City US Highway 41

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