Back in the day, back in the hills, we were busted,
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Made a living on the government dime.
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Mama couldn't keep a job,
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and the alimony check never came on time.
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We were poor. I wasn't proud, only angry
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that our daddy couldn't send us more.
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Always embarrassed by my free lunch card,
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and food stamps for the grocery store.
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No keeping up with the Joneses.
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No keeping up with the Joneses.
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When you're stuck on the bottom,
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You take what you can get.
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I went to school in hand-me-downs from my cousin,
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Baggy britches seemed to suit me well,
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Kinda thin, kinda loose in the middle,
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Slouching in after the tardy bell.
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The teacher never called me trash,
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But I knew what she was thinking when she looked at me,
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Born to be the underclass,
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Growing up to make a living on our charity.
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No keeping up with the Joneses.
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No keeping up with the Joneses.
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When you're stuck on the bottom,
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You take what you can get.
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Don't go looking down your nose at me neighbor,
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I can spot you from a yard away,
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Don't try to judge me by the clothes I'm wearing or the cars in my driveway.
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I'm not rich but I'm not poor any longer,
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And I'm happy as a man can be.
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I'm proud to work, I'm proud to pay my taxes,
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And I'm grateful for my family.
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No keepin' up with the Joneses,
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No keepin' up with the Joneses,
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When you come up from the bottom,
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You love whatever you got.
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Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down.
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Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down.
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Keeping Up With The Joneses
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| Corey Smith |
