When daddy's little angel with her mama's eyes
Came rollin' up straight from the city lights
In a brand new beamer not made to drive
These dirt roads
I couldn't give myself one reason why
A girl like her would be stoppin' by
A blue collar town on a Friday night
Yeah, I didn't know
Until she closed down our little hole in the wall
Answering that last call
She's a little white trash
Little bit of high class
Splash of jack
You better watch your back
She's a sundress, hot mess
Livin' on the edge
Ridin' both sides of the tracks
She's whiskey, whiskey, whiskey
In a wine glass
She likes burnin' up smoke everywhere she goes
From her Marlboro Red's to the county roads
The cover of her book don't make no sense at all
Until she pulls back into that picket fence house
She's lockin' up the truth so it don't come out
Mama don't know
Daddy don't see
The side of her that screams
A little white trash
Little bit of high class
Splash of jack
You better watch your back
She's a sundress, hot mess
Livin' on the edge
Ridin' both sides of the tracks
She's whiskey, whiskey, whiskey
In a wine glass
Yeah, I used to see those angel wings
Now they're starting to shed
Yeah, that halo above her head
Is only hanging on by a thread
'Cause she's white trash
Little bit of high class
Splash of jack
You better watch your back
She's a sundress, hot mess
Livin' on the edge
Ridin' both sides of the tracks
She's white trash
Little bit of high class
Splash of jack
You better watch your back
She's a sundress, hot mess
Livin' on the edge
Ridin' both sides of the tracks
She's whiskey, whiskey, whiskey
Yeah whiskey, whiskey, whiskey
She's whiskey, whiskey, whiskey
In a wine glass
Yeah, in a wine glass