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White Trash With Money Lyrics

"White Trash With Money" was written by Shirley, Danny / Moore, Buck A..
"White Trash With Money" was written by Shirley, Danny / Moore, Buck A..

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Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash
But I sold a million records, made a little cash
The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny
That they're living next door to white trash with money

Well, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks
Quit school early and I never went back
The rich kids all looked down on me
They said as good as them was something that I'd never be

Started playing my guitar to earn a few bucks
Singing my songs to a room full of drunks
A record man heard me down at Kitty's bar
He said, Come on to Nashville and I'll make you a star

Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash
But I sold a million records, made a little cash
The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny
That they're living next door to white trash with money

Bought a big house on top of the hill
A brand new Harley and a Coupe de Ville
The neighbors all cried when I moved in
It seems real estate's cheaper than it's ever been

Now the radio plays all the Railroad songs
I lay around the pool and listen all day long
This country boy's life sure turned out swell
If the neighbor's don't like it, they can all go to

Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash
But I sold a million records, made a little cash
The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny
That they're living next door to white trash with money

Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash
But I sold a million records, made a little cash
The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny
That they're living next door to white trash with money

Well, life's just fine for me and my honey
We're happy just being white trash with money

Say honey, what do you think about a couple of pink flamingos
Out in the front yard
No, well, I guess my [Incomprehensible] is out of the question

Songwriters
SHIRLEY, DANNY / MOORE, BUCK A.

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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