White Trash Story

My best friend Junior
He lives two trailers down
His wife Marylou she runs a cabaret 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 getting drunk again
I’m talking 'bout the good times
Drinking down the bad
Tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
Now I’m empty, but I’m not sad
I’m talking 'bout the good times
And drinking down the bad
Now miss Sarah Ann BackerSmith
Well 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’ve seen
She was passed around like a bottle of Crown
But she was always sweet to me
I’m talking 'bout the good times
Drinking down the bad
I’m tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
Now I’m empty, but I’m not sad
I’m talking 'bout the good times
And drinking down the bad
And now Junior’s Junior’s kid
You know they call him the deuce
His Grandma she drinks vodka in her orance juice
She sells pot to kids
And she just got out of jail
Junior had to sell his new
Just to help raise the
I’m talking 'bout the good times
Drinking down the bad
Tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
Now I’m empty, but I’m not sad
I’m talking 'bout the good times
And drinking down the bad
Now my name’s Carl Waine
And I have 2 DUIs
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 talking 'bout the good times
Drinking down the bad
Tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
Now I’m empty, but I’m not sad
I’m talking 'bout the good times
And drinking down the bad
Just talking 'bout the good times
And drinking down the bad
I’m talking 'bout the good times