The White Trash Song
Composer(s): Steve Young
Performer(s): Steve Young; Tom Russell Band



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
Like they thought they was a mountain lion...
I get to thinking about the road
And all the times I come back again 
I was born a child to these muddy roads
Die here lonesome as the wind...
Cause all cars they're broke down 
Laying in my front yard
I ought to get one together 
But the work just seems so hard
But a man come by this morning 
He wanted to paint my barn 
He painted 
"See Rock City - US Highway 41" 

I used to have a church woman 
Pretty as she could be 
But she run off with old Jimmy Swaggart (or: a TV preacher) 
Up in Nashville, Tn
So I drink a lot of liquor 
I drink a lot of booze 
I'm a midnight country rambler 
I ain't got nothing to lose

So when you carve my tombstone honey 
Don't worry about no name 
Just say he come with a Georgia wind 
And left with the (or: a) morning rain 
But he could play a fiddle 
Make a dobro ring
Make a guitar sparkle 
Like that early morning rain 
Yeah, a man came by here today
He wanted to paint my barn
He painted 
"See rock City - Us Highway 41"