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