THE WHITE TRASH SONG
Album : Seven Bridges Road 1972
(Written by Steve Young)
Steve Young


I wake up every morning ,
About the break of dawn
Hear the rooster crowing ,
Feel all alone
There's honeysuckle outside my window
Dew sparkling on the vine,..
Little squirrels barking
Like they thought they was a mountain lion ,..
I get to thinking about the road
And all the times I come back again ,
I was born a child to these muddy roads,
Die here lonesome as the wind ,...
Cause all cars they're broke down 
Laying in my front yard
I ought to get one together 
But the work just seems so hard
But a man come by this morning 
He wanted to paint my barn 
He painted 
" See Rock City - US Highway 41 " 


I use to have a church woman 
Pretty as she could be 
But she run off with old Jimmy Swaggart ( or : a TV preacher) 
Up in Nashville , Tn .
So I drink a lot of liquor 
I drink a lot of booze 
I'm a midnight country rambler 
I ain't got nothing to lose


So when you carve my tombstone honey ,
Don't worry about no name 
Just say he come with a Georgia wind 
And left with the ( or : a ) morning rain 
But he could play a fiddle ,
Make a dobro ring
Make a guitar sparkle 
Like that early morning rain 
Yeah , a man came by here today
He wanted to paint my barn
He painted 
"See rock City - Us Highway 41 "