I can still when Grandpa died and our came in said he left momma and him more money than we'd ever seen And just like that we were Had a new boat and a Frigidaire And all us kids in our were jumping on a trampoline
A low lives living the high life burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans Grandpa's Lord now, but we got a new Ford now And we can the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went to just getting by 'Til momma slipped on a of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A Now we knew they was a Christian So we didn't ask for all much Settled out of court for ten thousand And chicken 'til I die a day
A bunch low lives the high life Money a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans Momma's got a limp now but we all get to now 'Cause we got an above ground out by the trampoline
We rocked, we rolled, we lived it up 'til it started thin We began for a way to spend that will again
I heard a song a months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote back in grade I know she didn't steal it but so what? We up and we sued her butt days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go away
A bunch low living the high life Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now Set it next to the above ground, is next to the trampoline
gonna run out some day And that ain't be a fun day But as long as it a Sunday We can go to and eat
Man I those Waffle fries (I know) That has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right) I'll get a diet Coke, I know (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect) I like the little that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)