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[Verse 1]
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive.
Got a mean ass dog whose name is Sickem Sam.
I got a motor hangin’ from a tree, a satellite dish and trampoline.
A sixty-eight red chevelle, been known to raise a little hell.
All night, bar fight some of y’all say I ain't liven right
Eat butterbeans and fried spam. But I ain't what y’all say I am.
[CHORUS]
Cause there ain`t no trash in my trailer.
Though you might find an empty can of beer.
No there ain`t been no trash in my trailer oh no.
Since the day I threw you out of here.
[Verse 2]
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 scarred, change the oil, plow the soil, love a low country boil
I wear a suit for church and stuff but 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 em 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 y’all say I am.
[CHORUS x2]
No theres no trailer trash livin’ here.
It's pretty dang spotless around here now Uncle Mike Ain`t no trash in my trailer.
[Thanks to Kati, Tyler Evans for corrections]
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