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White Trash Paradise
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Feel-good hit of the summer.
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It's called Maximum Honky Tonk, and no one plays it like Bob Wire. Country, blues, rockabilly, folk, and some good ol' rock and roll. Honest, smart and funny.
Funniest blog on the web? Judge for yourself at NewWest.net/BobWire. You won't regret it. I swear. This is Butt-twitchin' country music for adults with a brain and a sense of humor! Bob Wire writes catchy, original songs with a twisted perspective that puts him way out in the left field of Nashvegas. Bob sez: Hank Jr. is the disease, and Hank Sr. is the cure.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Southern Rock
Charts
#743 in subgenre Peak #12
Charts
Peak #274
Author
Ednor Therriault
Rights
2004 Ednor Therriault
Uploaded
May 12, 2006
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MP3 5.3 MB 160 kbps 4:38
Story behind the song
It's a satire.
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I got a single wide trailer, surrounded by a pallet fence SheÕs all paid off, so I never have to pay no rent I got a pit bull in the yard, her name is Tupac And thereÕs her big twin sister, I call her Kid Rock I think youÕd agree I got a well-protected residence ThereÕs a t-top Firebird, 1978 ItÕs sittinÕ on cinderblocks, waitinÕ for a pressure plate And a new fuel pump and a new alternator And a new head gasket and a voltage regulator And a set of 22Ó chrome rims so she looks up to date Chorus White trash paradise White trash paradise If you want to split a box of wine, thatÕd be real nice IÕm livinÕ it up in my white trash paradise Solo You might think that IÕm a backward-ass country fuck I paid less for my house than I did for my pickup truck High on weed, drunk on beer I got a buttload of friends, ainÕt none of Ôem queer I keep things simple Ôcause I donÕt like to think too much I got a rebel flag hanging on my living room wall Right next to my autographed picture of Pope John Paul IÕm watchinÕ Earnhardt Jr. from my pleather recliner With a cheek full of Skoal, there ainÕt nothinÕ finer Than seeinÕ that bitch Jeff Gordon crash into a wall Chorus White trash paradise White trash paradise If you want to do a line, you donÕt have to ask me twice IÕm livinÕ it up in my white trash paradise Bridge I got enough ex-wives to start my own basketball team I guess they couldnÕt stand to see a man livinÕ his dream I got a job selling magazines on the telephone And IÕm getting Christmas cards from the folks down at the Rent-To-Own Chorus White trash paradise White trash paradise Spam casserole, a case of Bud Light on ice IÕm livinÕ it up in my white trash paradise Yeah, IÕm livinÕ it up in my white trash paradise
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