Poor White Trash
 

My mom and dad were very poor
But they wanted me to know
That you don't take charity
And you always pay what you owe
I was always envious
Of people who were well fed
What good is this false pride
When you're hungry when you go to bed

The withered leaves of lettuce
Are thrown out behind the store
Some hungry folks in the town
Would gather by the back door
At first we didn't get much
We waited till everyone left
We were embarrassed to be seen
Picking thru the trash
Poor white trash
Poor white trash
What good is false pride
When they call you poor white trash

You can always get the best stuff
If you stand by the back door
I'm sorry son but it's your job
To stand by the back door
In the rain and in the sleet
I'm standing by the door
People are driving by
Some of them could be friends
But they know that can't be
Because I'm poor white trash
Poor white trash
Poor white trash
Everyone knows you don't make friends
With the kids who are poor white trash

We don't take charity
And we always pay what we owe
What good is false pride
When you're standing by the back door
What good is false pride
When they call you poor white trash
Poor white trash
Poor white trash
What good is false pride
When they call you poor white trash

Over the years much has changed
My house is on the hill
Almost everyone knows me
They smile and call me Bill
In my mind there is a faint voice
I can hear it still
You'd better stay away from him
He is poor white trash
Poor white trash
Poor white trash
You'd better stay away from him
Because he's poor white trash

I have money in my pocket
I drive a fancy car
But in my mind and in my heart
I'm standing by the back door
I know that I am set for life
I don't have to worry any more
But in my mind and in my heart
I'm standing by the back door
Poor white trash
Poor white trash
In my mind and in my heart
I'm still poor white trash

©  2007 Don Young