White Trash Fabulous (WTF)

(album: Belt Buckles And Brass Knuckles - 2013)

So you still live at home with your momma?
That's alright, we call that white trash fabulous
And if you're white trash fabulous
You know you can run with the Creek
So get a six pack tackle back and let's go baby, come on

I'm redneck southern proud
And I'm the innovator of a brand new style
And I'll stop the world right in it's tracks
I'm white trash fabulous
I got a low end southern drawl
And I'm making it up as I go along
I got shows to play, I got checks to cash
I'm white trash fabulous yeah

White trash fabulous, yeah, I say it proud (Woo)
Been steady dropping jaws since allowed to be loud
Brahma Bull and CB3, yeah, the Creek's so catchy
Stopped trusting record labels oh so sketchy
I ain't Travis Barker, but I'm marching to my own drums
50 different styles dude, I can't just pick one
Jesse James Dupree, I'm a wild dog Jackyl
Hooked on this white trash sound like tackle
I keep it Dixie Fried, shotgun in the ride
48 natty lights we're gonna party all night
Brahma Bull, I'm the big guy people think he's funny
Still the same dude even with a little money
We keep our feet grounded thanks to all the fans
Never stop taking pictures and shaking peoples hands
So if you wanna keep it trashy and ride with us (Come on)
Hop on the old bus and keep it white trash fabulous

I'm redneck southern proud (Come on now)
And I'm the innovator of a brand new style
And I'll stop the world right in it's tracks
I'm white trash fabulous
I got a low end southern drawl (Come on)
And I'm making it up as I go along
I got shows to play, I got checks to cash
I'm white trash fabulous yeah

Back again you wanted the best yeah
A big "w", a "t" and an "f" on my chest
Creek water's running high, better grab a life vest
Rocking parties north and south to the east and the west
You can turn it up your music, and your middle fingers
It's the white trash, dirty south rock n roll singers
Party in the backyard BYOB
And if your lady's getting friskee then she's sleeping with me
Gotta Elvis ash tray on an Axl Rose table
They keep me in the house when I'm drinking unstable
I got 20 quarts of shine, AC/DC's greatest hits
With a little bit of country and some Beasties in the mix
We go harder than a wooden' pecker man that's sick
And I'm sniffing out the finish line like a blue tick
Middle finger up baby, you can wave 'em with us
No fuss, and you can trust, that we're white trash fabulous

I'm redneck southern proud (Come on now)
And I'm the innovator of a brand new style
And I'll stop the world right in it's tracks
I'm white trash fabulous
I got a low end southern drawl (Come on)
And I'm making it up as I go along
I got shows to play, I got checks to cash
I'm white trash fabulous yeah

Aight y'all, y'all clean this shit up
You know your mama gonna get home in the morning
I got to go to work
WTF baby, life is a creek
We're out