The Quireboys - White Trash Blues

Nothing doin', y'know the place is dry No one's cookin', and I don't know why Well I called my friend on the telephone A women was there but he weren't home White trash baby, give me 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 Just a little bit just a shot Whoah crazy white boy Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues Whoah 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 Well it started out as a little fun, I gotta get out, gotta cut and run White trash baby, give me white trash baby I aint swinging, no big deal Ain't no problem to conceal I been so long messed around I never really left the ground White trash baby, gimme white trash baby Just a little bit, just a shot Whoah crazy white boy Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues Whoah crazy white boy Don't ya know the lines are down All the lines are down Can anybody help me Sure is tragic, you know it breaks my heart I should've seen it comin' Right from, right from the start Well I lost my girl and my credit cards I was flying high but I came down hard White trash baby, gimme white trash baby Just a little bit, just a shot Whoah crazy white boy Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues Whoah crazy white boy Whoah whoah I got them white trash blues White trash blues Oh crazy white boy yeah yeah White trash blues Don't ya know the lines are down All the lines are down Can anybody help me...