I can still remember Grandpa died and our came in Daddy said he left momma and him more money than we'd ever And just that we were thousandaires Had a brand new 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 through the of holey jeans Grandpa's with 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 back to just getting by 'Til momma on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A Now we knew they was a Christian So we ask for all that much out of court for ten thousand bucks And free 'til I die a day
A low lives living the high life Money burning a hole through the pockets of holey jeans Momma's got a now but we all get to swim 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 looking for a way to spend will again
I heard a song a couple ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio Reminded me of a poem my wrote back in second grade I know she didn't steal it but so We lawyered up and we sued her butt These days we figured we'd pretty get paid to go away
A bunch low living the high life burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans This another one now, know I get a hot tub now Set it next to the ground, which is next to the trampoline
gonna run out some day And that gonna be a fun day But as as it ain't a Sunday We can go to and eat
Man I those Waffle fries (I know) Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right) Maybe I'll get a Coke, I don't (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect) I the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)