Quireboys
Quireboys - White Trash Blues songtekst
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Nothin´ doin´ the place is dry. No-ones cookin´ and I don´t know why I called my friend on the telephone. A woman was there but the man weren´t home White trash baby gimme white trash baby Home since Friday I had a bad weekend. Sure am missing my best friend. Oh man he´s sure good to me But you don´t get nothing for free White trash baby gimme white trash baby Oh just a little bit Just a shot Oh crazy white boy Oh I got them white trash blues Oh crazy white boy Don´t ya know the lines are down Jumpin´ red lights and i´m climbing the walls I don´t like this this place at all Is started our as a little fun Gotta get out goota cut and run White trash baby gimme white trash I ain´t swinging no big deal Ain´t no problem to conceal I been so long messin´ round I never really left the ground White trash baby gimme white trash Oh just a little bit Just a shot Oh crazy white boy Oh I got them white trash blues Oh crazy white boy Don´t ya know the lines are down Can anybody help me Is anyone gonna help me Sure is tragic ya know it breaks my heart I should have seen this comin´ Right from right from the start Well I lost my girl and me credit cards I was flying high but I came down hard White trash baby gimme white trash baby Oh just a little bit Just a shot Oh crazy white boy Oh I got them white trash blues Oh crazy white boy Don´t ya know the lines are down.