Yeah boy, that's right.
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Well I was raised in a holler
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I grew up eatin' mud
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and my baby bottle
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it was filled with beer and blood
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Well I got relatives here
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they just don't look quite right
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A couple of 'em only got one eye
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that I heard that they lost in a fight
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You know why
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You got any idea, boy
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Do you know why
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It's white trash
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It's white trash
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It's white trash
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It's white trash
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My daddy - he started beatin' me
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around the tender age of five
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He said "You gotta be tough -
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if you're ever gonna get out of this world alive"
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He used to beat my momma
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and spit in my face
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and laugh at the world
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'cause it was such a fuckin' disgrace
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Do you know why
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Do you know why
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I'll tell you why
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White trash
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White trash
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Stand up
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Be a good man
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Do as I say boy
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Put this beer in your hand
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White trash -
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I'm white trash
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I'm white trash
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I'm white trash
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White Trash
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| Hank Williams III |
