Letras: Colt Ford. Ride Through the Country. No Trash in My Trailer.

Yes I live in a single wide
To get up here it takes a four wheel drive
Got a mean ass dog whose name is Sickem Sam

I got a motor hangin' from a tree
A satellite dish and a trampoline
A sixty-eight red Chevelle
Been known to raise a little hell

All night, bar fightin'
Some of you all say I ain't liven right
Eat butter beans and fried spam
But I ain't what you all say I am

'Cause there ain't no trash in my trailer
Though you might find an empty can of beer
No there ain't been no trash in my trailer, oh no
Since the day I threw you out of here

I burn my trash in a drum
Sometimes I shoot my gun
I'm mud bogging, camouflaging
A ball game is what I'm watching

I work hard, mow the yard
Fish, hunt, knuckle scar
Change the oil, plow the soil
Love a little country ball

I wear a suit to church and stuff
And Daddy's the one that made me tough
He told me son don't be ashamed
Of who you are and our family name

I'm makin' it proud, sayin' it loud
Doin' my thing with a country crowd
I tell you the truth and don't give a damn
But I ain't what y'all say I am

'Cause there ain't no trash in my trailer
Though you might find an empty can of beer
No there ain't been no trash in my trailer, oh no
Since the day I threw you out of here

No there ain't no trash in my trailer
Though you might find an empty can of beer
No there ain't been no trash in my trailer, oh no
Since the day I threw you out of here
No there's no trailer trash livin' here

It's pretty damn spotless around here now Uncle Mike
Ain't no trash in my trailer