White Trash Velvet

[verse]

Crack a cold Bud Light, baby, let the blue can hiss

Kitchen light flickers like a Motel 6 kiss

Lipstick bleeding cherry through a cigarette smile

He’s got grease on his hands, been working all night

I’m in leopard-print pumps on a linoleum floor

Hair teased up high like ‘84

Never miss a Friday at the nail salon

Even if the power’s out and the money’s gone

[chorus]

White trash velvet, trailer park queen

Smell like Chanel with a hint of nicotine

Fry oil halo, sugar and sin

Pearl snap dress with the rhinestones pinned

I make good dinner, mashed potatoes and grace

Ash in the air, but a smile on my face

[verse]

He says, “Baby, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen”

Between the laundromat lights and the slot machine

The girls downtown, they whisper my name

Say I’m too much glitter for this dead-end town fame

But their husbands look twice when I walk on by

Sunset dripping gold in my baby-blue eyes

Part-time waitress at the Highway Nine

Pouring black coffee like cheap red wine

Old men tip me in dollar bill dreams

Call me “darlin’,” say I glow on the chrome bar sheen

I always smell sweet, like vanilla smoke

Cheap floral perfume from the dollar store Vogue

But underneath it’s Marlboro heat

And the hush of tires on a gravel street

[chorus]

White trash velvet, don’t you see

There’s a little bit of heaven in the debris

I can glitter in a double-wide frame

Turn rusted tin into Hollywood flame

Crack that Bud Light, let the foam run free

Blue collar love’s the only gold for me

[verse]

They can laugh, but I don’t mind

I’m the last slow dance in a small-town night

Heads turn soft when I walk through the door

Even if the screen porch sags at the floor

I’m white trash glam in a broken land

With diamond dust dreams in a working man’s hand.