Steve Young - The White Trash Song lyrics

I wake up every morning about the break of dawn Hear the rooster crowing Feel all alone 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 Well he painted “See Rock City - US Highway 31" I use to have a church woman Pretty as she could be But she run off with a hillbilly singer Down in Nashville Tennessee So I learned to play a fiddle And to make a dobro ring I'll make a guitar sparkle Like the early morning rain { guitar } So when you carve my tombstone Don't worry about my name Just say he come with a mountain wind And left with the morning rain Well that rain softened his worries Yeah the wind caressed his brow With the yellow leaves of autumn And he's fallen to his place now Yeah a man come by this morning And he wanted to paint my barn Well he painted “See Rock City - US Highway 31"