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