White Trash and Blue

Barroom fights, cop-car lights, you lose
Living this life I'm feeling white trash and blue

The river was rising, the banks were starting to overflow
There were no more sandbags left, it was time to go
Daddy pointed to the truck and said "Help your mama climb on in"
Said he was going to check on the neighbors, but he'd be back again

Nine years old, my first lesson in pain
The day the river took my dad the day my mama just started to slip away

The beauty of this land makes me want to believe in the divine
But the ugliness I've seen, keeps me from crossing that line
Sent to live with my aunt and uncle down in Tennessee
Sometimes after he beat her, he would start in on me

I used to hide in the corner, pray it was a bad dream
But I never did wake up; daddy never rescued me

Now its sleepless nights, angry ex-wives, you lose
Living this life, I'm feeling white trash and blue

I still remember my dad and the way he would hold me close
I've tried to live the way he'd want, not the way I was shown
But it's tragic situations and dives that make me feel most at home
And to my shame sometimes my fists have a mind all their own

Sober in jail it's hard to ignore the truth
Sitting in this cell I'm feeling white trash and blue

Barroom fights, cop-car lights, you lose
Living this life I'm feeling white trash and blue
I'm stuck in this life feeling white trash and blue