Trailer Park Cowboy
[Verse 1]
Well, I was raised in a run down trailer park, on the outskirts of San Antone
Times were rough and we barely got by, on the money that my daddy brung home
It weren’t no place to raise a kid, with the pushers, and the pimps, and the crime
Momma saved up and brought me a guitar, just to occupy my time
After a while of bending then strings, my fingers stared getting kind of tough
I was playing everyday and playing every night, Lord, I just couldn’t get enough
Sitting on the front porch, pickin’ it proud, by the time I was ten years old
I was playing country music with rhythm and blues and that Southern rock and roll

[Chorus]
I’m a trailer park Cowboy, straight shootin’ Southern man
Making my living, in the spotlight pickin’, with a five-piece country band
Singing them songs ‘bout a poor man’s life that the rednecks sure enjoy
Really don’t sound bad at all for a trailer park cowboy

[Verse 2]
Daddy run off when I was just thirteen, I ain’t ever seen him again
I guess, he got tired of Momma and me or either she got tired of him
I know my momma done the best she could, just to try to bring me up right
Puttin’ food on the table and clothes on my back, had her working both day and night
I’d lie awake and I’d dream sometime, about riding in a limousine
Playing them shows from coast to coast and everywhere in between
I just couldn’t take it, I was going crazy, I’d near ‘bout had enough
So, I headed on up to Nashville, Tennessee and I turned that guitar up
[Chorus]
I’m a trailer park Cowboy, straight shootin’ Southern man
Making my living, in the spotlight pickin’, with a five-piece country band
Singing them songs ‘bout a poor man’s life that the rednecks sure enjoy
Really don’t sound bad at all for a trailer park cowboy

[Verse 3]
Now, Momma’s in Texas, driving her Lexus, everything’s good I guess
No more night mare, living on welfare, worried ‘bout the IRS
We got it all together, Lord, it couldn’t be better, I hope it don’t ever stop
It was kinda hard to take it, I nearly didn’t make it, but I’m finally sittin’ on the top

[Chorus]
I’m still a trailer park Cowboy, straight shootin’ Southern man
Making my living, in the spotlight pickin’, with a five-piece country band
Singing them songs, ‘bout a poor man’s life, that the Rednecks sure enjoy
Really don’t sound bad at all for a trailer park cowboy