White Trash Blues - Quireboys

Nothin' doin' the place is dry.

No-ones cookin' and I don’t know why

I called my friend on the telephone.

A woman was there but the man weren’t home

White trash baby gimme white trash baby

Home since Friday I had a bad weekend.

Sure am missing my best friend.

Oh man he’s sure good to me

But you don’t get nothing for free

White trash baby gimme white trash baby

Oh just a little bit

Just a shot

Oh crazy white boy

Oh I got them white trash blues

Oh crazy white boy

Don’t ya know the lines are down

Jumpin' red lights and i’m climbing the walls

I don’t like this this place at all

Is started our as a little fun

Gotta get out goota cut and run

White trash baby gimme white trash

I ain’t swinging no big deal

Ain’t no problem to conceal

I been so long messin' round

I never really left the ground

White trash baby gimme white trash

Oh just a little bit

Just a shot

Oh crazy white boy

Oh I got them white trash blues

Oh crazy white boy

Don’t ya know the lines are down

Can anybody help me

Is anyone gonna help me

Sure is tragic ya know it breaks my heart

I should have seen this comin'

Right from right from the start

Well I lost my girl and me credit cards

I was flying high but I came down hard

White trash baby gimme white trash baby

Oh just a little bit

Just a shot

Oh crazy white boy

Oh I got them white trash blues

Oh crazy white boy

Don’t ya know the lines are down.