White Trash Story

My best friend Junior, he lives two trailers down His wife MaryLou she runs the Caberet in town And they've got two kids, and they don't look like him He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck, now he's gettin' drunk again I'm talkin' bout the good times I'm drinkin' down the bad I'm tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad Miss Sara Ann Bakersmith She was my girlfriend I took her top off for the first time at the drive-in You know those had to be The coolest things I'd seen She was passed around like a bottle of crown But she was always sweet to me I'm talkin' bout the good times I'm drinkin' down the bad I'm tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad And now Junior's Junior's kid You know they call him "The Deuce" And his grandma she drinks vodka in her orange juice She sells pot to kids And she just got out of jail Junior had to sell his new John-boat Just to help to raise the bail I'm talkin' bout the good times Drinkin' down the bad I'm tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad And now my name's Carl Wayne, and I've had two DUI's Three years ago they took my license I don't drive These boots can get me there 'Cause I live just down the street And it's last call, it's too far to crawl, now help me to my feet I'm talkin' bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad I'm tryin' to remember All those crazy nights that we had But now I'm empty But I'm not sad I'm talkin' bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad I'm just talkin' bout the good times And drinkin' down the bad Well I'm talkin' bout the good times