White Trash Story

My best friend Junior
Well, he lives two trailers down
And his wife Marylou
She runs a cabaret in town
And they've got two kids
But they don't look like him
He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck
Now he's getting drunk again

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times
Drinkin' down the bad
Tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
But now I'm empty
But I'm not sad
I'm talkin' 'bout the good times
And drinkin' down the bad

Now Miss Sarah Ann Baker-Smith
She was my girlfriend
I took her top off
For the first time at the drive-in
You know those had to be
The coolest things I've seen
She was passed around like a bottle of Crown
But she was always sweet to me

I'm talking 'bout the good times
Drinkin' down the bad
I'm tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
But now I'm empty
But I'm not sad
I'm talkin' 'bout the good times
And drinkin' down the bad

And now Junior's Junior's kid
You know they call him "The Deuce"
And his Grandma
She drinks vodka in her orance juice
She sells pot to kids
And she just got out of jail
Junior had to sell his new John boat
Just to help raise the bail

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times
Drinkin' down the bad
I'm tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
But now I'm empty
But I'm not sad
I'm talkin' 'bout the good times
And drinkin' down the bad

And now my name's Carl Wayne
And I've had two DUI's
And three years ago they took my license
I don't drive
But these boots can get me there
'Cause I live just down the street
And it's a last call, it's too far to crawl
Now help me to my feet

I'm talkin' 'bout the good times
Drinkin' down the bad
I'm tryin' to remember
All those crazy nights that we had
But now I'm empty
But I'm not sad
I'm talkin' 'bout the good times
And drinkin' down the bad

I'm just talking 'bout the good times
And drinking down the bad
Well, I'm talking 'bout the good times