I can remember when 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 new boat and a Frigidaire And all us kids in our underwear were on a trampoline
A low lives living the high life burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans Grandpa's with Lord now, but we got a new now And we can watch the Big Orange now on a 57 TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to getting by 'Til momma on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A Now we they was a Christian bunch So we didn't ask for all much Settled out of for ten thousand bucks And free 'til I die a day
A bunch low living the high life Money burning a hole right through the pockets of jeans Momma's got a now but we all get to swim now 'Cause we got an above ground sitting out by the
We rocked, we rolled, we lived it up 'til it started running We began looking for a way to spend will again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Underwood on the radio Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote in second grade I know she steal it but so what? We lawyered up and we sued her butt days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go away
A bunch low living the high life Money burning a hole through the pockets 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 gonna run out 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 love those Waffle (I know) That has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right) I'll get a diet Coke, I don't know (I they had beer, it'd be perfect) I like the little trays that the food on (I like the Polynesian sauce)