Lyrics White Trash - Hank Williams III

White Trash

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