Lyrics White Trash Blues - The Quireboys

White Trash Blues

Nothing doin', y’know the place is dry
No one’s cookin', and I don’t know why
Well I called my friend on the telephone
A women was there but he weren’t home
White trash baby, give me white trash baby
Home since Friday, I had a bad weekend
Sure am missing my best friend
Oh man he’s sure good to me
But you don’t get nothing for free
White trash baby, gimme white trash baby
Just a little bit just a shot
Whoah crazy white boy
Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues
Whoah crazy white boy
Don’t ya know the lines are down
Jumpin' red lights and I’m climbing the walls
I don’t like this, this place at all
Well it started out as a little fun,
I gotta get out, gotta cut and run
White trash baby, give me white trash baby
I aint swinging, no big deal
Ain’t no problem to conceal
I been so long messed around
I never really left the ground
White trash baby, gimme white trash baby
Just a little bit, just a shot
Whoah crazy white boy
Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues
Whoah crazy white boy
Don’t ya know the lines are down
All the lines are down
Can anybody help me
Sure is tragic, you know it breaks my heart
I should’ve seen it comin'
Right from, right from the start
Well I lost my girl and my credit cards
I was flying high but I came down hard
White trash baby, gimme white trash baby
Just a little bit, just a shot
Whoah crazy white boy
Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues
Whoah crazy white boy
Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues
White trash blues
Oh crazy white boy yeah yeah
White trash blues
Don’t ya know the lines are down
All the lines are down
Can anybody help me…