Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
Tracy Byrd
[Verse 1]
I was a rebel in my younger years
I'd drink with the devil if he bought the beer
Wore out two pick-ups just running around
Mama thought I never would settle down
But that was before I met sweet Irma Jean
She made a new man outta me
[Chorus]
We got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-mart
Blue collar heaven, domestic bliss
It just doesn't get better than this
We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos
[Verse 2]
Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now
With a station wagon and a charge account
Bubba Junior pitches for his baseball team
Little sister's running for Rose Bud Queen
And me I'm doin' good at the used car lot
Is this a great country or what?
[Chorus]
We got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-mart
Blue collar heaven, domestic bliss
It just doesn't get better than this
We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos
[Bridge]
People slow down when they drive by
They wave and smile but there's envy in their eyes
We ain't rich and won't be for a while
But no doubt about it we got style
[Chorus]
We got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-mart
Blue collar heaven, domestic bliss
It just doesn't get better than this
We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos
Pink Flamingos was written by Wood Newton.
Pink Flamingos was produced by Jerry Crutchfield.