White trash story lyrics casey donahew band

My best friend Junior, he lives two trailers down
His wife MaryLou she runs the Caberet in town
They've got two kids, and they dont look like him
He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck, now he's gettin drunk again

I'm talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad
Tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had
Now I'm empty, I'm not sad
Talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad

Miss Sara Ann Bakersmith, 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'd seen
She was passed around like a bottle of crown,
But she was always sweet to me

I'm talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad
Tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had
Now I'm empty, I'm not sad
Talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad

Now Junior's Junior's kid, you know they call him "The Duece"
And his grandma she drinks vodka in her orange juice
She sells pot to kids, and she just got out of jail
Junior had to sell his new John-boat just to help to raise the bills

I'm talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad
Tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had
Now I'm empty, I'm not sad
Talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad

Now my name's Carl Wayne, I've had two DUI's
Three years ago they took my license I dont drive
These boots can get me there, I live just down the street
Its last call, its too far to crawl, now help me to my feet

I'm talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad
Tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had
Now I'm empty, I'm not sad
Talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad

Just talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad
Talkin bout the good times

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My best friend Junior, he lives two trailers down
His wife Marylou she runs the Caberet in town
They've got two kids, and they don't look like him
He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck, now he's gettin drunk again

[Chorus:]

I'm talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad
Tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had
Now I'm empty, I'm not sad
Talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad

[Chorus:]

Now my name's Carl Wayne, I've had two dui's
Three years ago they took my license I don't drive
These boots can get me there, I live just down the street
It's last call, it's too far to crawl, now help me to my feet

[Chorus:]

Just talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad
Talkin bout the good times

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Casey Donahew Band - White Trash Story
written by Andy Pate and Casey Donahew

Intro:

E


Verse:
               A
My best friend junior

            E
He lives two trailers down

         B             A        B   E
His wife Mary Lou, she runs the caberet in town

                A
And they've got two kids

              E     B   Cm
But they dont look like him

       B                    A
He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck

         B      A     E
Now he's gettin drunk again



Chorus:

                     E
I'm talkin about the good times

              A
And drinkin down the bad

             E                  B                    A
I'm tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had

    B       E                  A
But now I'm empty, but I'm not sad

                 E           B
Talkin about the good times
                     E
And drinkin down the bad



Miss Sara Ann Bakersmith, 
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'd seen
She was passed around like a bottle of Crown
But she was always sweet to me

Chorus

Now Junior's Junior's kid
You know they call him the deuce
His grandma, she drinks vodka in her orange juice
And she sells pot to kids
And she just got out of jail
Junior had to sell his new John boat 
Just to help to raise the bail

Chorus

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
These boots can get me there
Cause I live just down the street
And it's last call, its too far to crawl
Now help me to my feet

Chorus