I'm finally on the up and up A lil' 401K Traded in my trailer park For a baby hood with a gate We finally got a castle Last one on the right, you can't miss it Upgraded from the barbed wire Now I got a nice picket I can play high class all day but some things never change I can't hide it in a closet I can't stuff it in a trunk I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk I can keep it clean on Sundays And keep the lights and water on But I can't keep my white trash off the line Car engine from a flowerbed In a whiskey bottle base Cadillac on a cinderblock Duct tape on every other thing Milk carton in the sunroom Bugs out the back scream Dog hair on the restoration highway Who says you can't have nice things? I can't hide it in a closet I can't stuff it in a trunk I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk I can keep my roots from showing But I'm still dishwater blind And I can't keep my white trash off the line New money, old habits Loveseat in the plastic Steak fingers in a basket New money, old habits I can't hide it in a closet I can't stuff it in a trunk I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk I can keep it clean on Sundays And keep the lights and water on But I can't keep my white trash off the line Got more rooms than the Jones' Y'all and I'm still addin' on But I can't keep my white trash off the line I'm finally on the up and up I'm finally on the up and up

One of us will be betrayed it's not enough for you to say "I'm sorry" or lie about it all yer a meglo-nymph & yer mating call is Money & religion, segregation & division Your dirty cash in the pockets of the wicked politicians Lobbying for slavery in a new and modern way Repenting when yer caught, but this is what i say: Yer sick, i hate you ya stupid motherfucker Yer so fuckin' blind ya have no fuckin' mind Yer nazi white-trash yer words come out like shit Yer so fuckin' sick yer such a fuckin' prick Ya have that special something that "sprite in you appeal" Ya think that we all love you but this is how you make us feel Yer sweaty, fuckin ignorant A product of conditioning Eugenics, social darwinisim, an excuse for yer positioning Yer crass & evil ways are all that got you there today I hope you get shot, and this is what we say Yer sick, i hate you ya stupid motherfucker Yer so fuckin' blind ya have no fuckin' mind Yer nazi white-trash yer words come out like shit Yer so fuckin' sick yer such a fuckin' prick One of us will be betrayed And time kills us all So we say... we hope you die sooner

CJ-5 jacked up high check '83 'Cephus in the tape deck, check Hottest thing alive ridin' shotgun, check Gold chain hangin' low with the red on my neck, check Wake up in the mornin' Mountain Dew in a cup Make a little room, hang a bigger buck On a wall where all of my memories hang Next to my woman and the kids in a frame Made it this far on a three-chord song Now I got whole world singing along To this country swagger, Porter Wagoner Blues harp and acoustic Boom in the box, boon in the docks, hilly billy music Check 40-acre tract, big barn in the back, check Lighting up a Cuban on the pine wood deck, check Paid my dues sleeping in a truck bed, check Now I'm done gettin' paid Call me Johnny gettin' paid, check Wake up in the mornin' Mountain Dew in a cup Make a little room, hang a bigger buck On a wall where all of my memories hang Next to my woman and the kids in a frame Made it this far on a three-chord song Now I got the whole world singing along To this country swagger, Porter Wagoner Blues harp and acoustic Boom in the box, boon in the docks, hilly billy music Check Check's in the mail, check's in the bank Check the deer camera, check the gas tank Check who's the same ol' boy that ain't changed I do it for the money, I don't do it for the fame, nope Wake up in the mornin' Mountain Dew in a cup Make a little room, hang a bigger buck On a wall where all of my memories hang Next to my woman and the kids in a frame Made it this far on a three-chord song Now I got whole world singing along To this country swagger, Porter Wagoner Blues harp and acoustic Boom in the box, boon in the docks, hilly billy music This country swagger, Porter Wagoner Blues harp and acoustic Boom in the box, boon in the docks hilly billy music Check Yeah, check Bring that thing over here, baby We cashin' it Check