White Trash Story

My best friend Junior, he lives two trailers down

His wife MaryLou she runs the Caberet in town

They've got two kids, and they dont 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

Now I'm empty, I'm not sad

Talkin bout the good times, 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

Now Junior's Junior's kid, you know they call him "The Duece"

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 John-boat just to help to raise the bail

Now my name's Carl Wayne, I've had two DUI's

Three years ago they took my license I dont drive

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

Its last call, its too far to crawl, now help me to my feet

Just talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad

Talkin bout the good times