Quireboys

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.