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Back in the day, back in the hills, we were busted, |
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Made a living on the government dime. |
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Mama couldn't keep a job, and the alimony check never came on time. |
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We were poor. |
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I wasn't proud, only angry that our daddy couldn't send us more. |
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Always embarrassed by my free lunch card, and food stamps for the grocery store. |
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No keeping up with the |
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Joneses. No keeping up with the |
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Joneses. When you're stuck on the bottom, |
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You take what you can get. |
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I went to school in hand-me-downs from my cousin, |
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Baggy britches seemed to suit me well, |
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Kinda thin, kinda loose in the middle, |
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Slouching in after the tardy bell. |
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The teacher never called me trash, |
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But I knew what she was thinking when she looked at me, |
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Born to be the underclass, |
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Growing up to make a living on our charity. |
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No keeping up with the |
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Joneses. No keeping up with the |
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Joneses. When you're stuck on the bottom, |
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You take what you can get. |
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Don't go looking down your nose at me neighbor, |
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I can spot you from a yard away, |
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Don't try to judge me by the clothes |
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I'm wearing or the cars in my driveway. |
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I'm not rich but |
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I'm not poor any longer, |
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And I'm happy as a man can be. |
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I'm proud to work, |
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I'm proud to pay my taxes, |
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And I'm grateful for my family. |
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No keepin' up with the |
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Joneses, No keepin' up with the |
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Joneses, When you come up from the bottom, |
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You love whatever you got. |
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Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down. |
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Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down. |
