| White Trash Beautiful, Trailer Park Queen
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| She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5
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| She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool
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| But all he can do for money is drive
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| Out late haulin' freight on Interstate 5, prayin' he'll see home before his baby arrive
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| White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
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| My heart belongs to you
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| And you could've found a better guy
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| I'll love you till the day I die
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| I swear to God it's true
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| I'm comin' home to you
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| I'm comin' home to you girl
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| He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open
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| He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
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| Drinking himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
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| She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open
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| It's 4 AM and doing 95, trying to stay awake and make it home alive
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| White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
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| My heart belongs to you
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| I know you could've found a better guy
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| I'll love you till the day I die
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| I swear to God it's true
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| I'm comin' home to you
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| I'm comin' home to you girl
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| Her lips stay painted red, nametag's crooked
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| Her heart's been gone awhile with the truck driving man that took it
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| He keeps her photograph on his rear view mirror
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| She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her
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| White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
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| My heart belongs to you girl
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| I know you could've found you some better guy
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| I'll love you till the day I die
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| I swear to God it's true
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| I'm comin' home to you
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| I'm comin' home to you girl
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| I'm comin' home to you |