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Trailer Park Pulp Fiction

de Colt Ford

Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive.
Got a mean xxx 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 butterbeans and fried spam. But I ain`t what you all say I am.

CHORIS
Cause there ain`t no trash in my trailer oh no. Though you might find an empty can of beer.
No their 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 boggin, camouflagen, a ball game is what I`m watchen. I work hard, mow the yard, fish, hunt, knuckle scar, change oil, plow the soil, love a boat country boy.
I wear a suit to church and stuff and Daddy`s the one that made me tuff. 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 a country crowd.
I tell you the truth and don`t give a damn. But I ain`t what you all say I am.

CHORIS x2

No theres no trailer trash livin here.

It`s pretty damn spotless around here now Uncle Mike Ain`t no trash in my trailer.

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