Well, I mighta been born just poor white trash. But I sold a million records, made a little cash. The doctors and the lawyers don't think it's funny. That they're living next door to white trash with money.
I've reached the point now where I'm not proud. Of too many lovers that I've never loved. And I've never questioned those empty days. Until I met the woman that made me wanna say.
She looked like a lawyer's daughter,. Fresh out of the Ivy League,. Yeah and I look like the devil's prodigal son,. When she sat down next to me,. Well I told her about my ol' bird dog,.