"White Trash With Money" as written by Danny Shirley and Buck A. Moore....
Well, I mighta' been born just poor white trash
But I sold a million records; made a little cash
The doctors and the lawyers don't think it funny
That they're living next door to white trash with money

Well, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks
I quit school early and I never went back
The rich kids all looked down on me
They said as good as them was something I'd never be

I started playing my guitar to earn a few bucks
Singing my song to a room full of drunks
A record man heard me down at Kitty's bar
Said: "Come on to Nashville an' I'll make you a star"


I bought a big house on top of the hill
A brand new Harley and a Coupe de Ville
The neighbors all cried when I moved in
It seems real estate's cheaper than it's ever been

Now the radio plays all the Railroad songs
I lay around the pool and listen all day long
This country boy's life sure turned out swell
An' if the neighbor's don't like it, they can all go to ...

[Chorus x2]

Yeah, life's just fine for me an' my honey
We're happy just bein' white trash with money

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"White Trash with Money" as written by Danny Shirley Buck A. Moore

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