Trailer Fire Blues

(sigh) My pockets are flat,

the tank is dry

No beer, no weed,

no solo cups around

My wallet is flat,

my dog is in the ground

My trailer's on fire,

smoke is rising high

Only thing left is my rusty forty-five

Damn I miss my wife,

she's my cousin too

Momma warned me what a family tree can do

Now the single wide is burning in the night

What a big mistake,

nothing's turning out right (oh

Lord)

Tried to hide that I was gay,

kept it locked inside

But she caught me with her dad,

nowhere left to hide

Now my secret's out,

the whole county knows

Just a sad country boy

with his broken-hearted woes

Damn I miss my wife,

she's my cousin too

Momma warned me what a family tree can do

Now the single wide is burning in the night

What a big mistake,

nothing's turning out right (oh

Lord)

Just me and my

forty-five

(mmmmm) No gas left