White Mansions 
White Trash
A 
A 	  	  	  	  	           E
Yeah we heard the howl of the South is said to be graceful
      A 	  	  	  	      B
White Mansions, live oak, and velvet lawns
    B 	  	  	  	         E
The ladies and the gentlemen dress most tasteful
         G 	          A                    E
Cause it just depends on whose hands you were born

 	      A
They call me White Trash cause my hair hangs long
My ragged pants got no buttons on
My teeth are black and my shoulders sag
    D 	  	          A
And fly, the Confederate flag.

F#m 	  	  	  	  	    B
I’ve been told that there’s a war, that’s about to begin
F#m 	  	  	       B
It’s gonna get meaner, than a Texas high wind
F#m 	  	           B
So come on Caleb, you’re about to join in
E
When your fightin’ Yankees are Rednecks a man’s best friend

A D (X6)

       A 	  	  	  	  	       E
Well I drink lots of corn and I know where to find my sugar
      A 	  	  	  	  	         B
But I guess I volunteer for the war against the Blue
 	     A 	  	  	  	  	       E
Cause there ain’t nothin’ down here to do, that’s much better  
     G 	  	            A 	                       E
I’ll bring some new bitter bones before this thing is through.

 	      A
They call me White Trash, but I’m a fightin’ man
I sure do the best I can
I may be bad and have a fowl mouth
 	   D 	  	        A
But I’m a ready, to defend the South.

A                                 D
I’ll show ‘em what White Trash is.
A               D
Come and get it.
A               D
Come and get it.
A                    	      D
I said come on and get yours.
A                            D
I said come on and get yours.

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