Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings & Tom Morello & Eleanor Whitmore
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings & Eleanor Whitmore
Granny's got a secret that she's dyin' to hide
Two cousins got married on our daddy's side
They're a dark mass hangin' from our family tree
Instead of whiskey, Uncle Albert drank Kerosene
We're sullen by God, our name is mud
We got eachother's backs, 'cos we got the same blood
Let the stock market crash, we'll always be free
We may be trash, but we're a family
We may be trash, but we're a family
Well the whole town knows Cousin Billy is gay
All the sideways stares finally made him move away
Brother Daryl ain't daddy's and everybody know
But we can't tell Daddy cuz he might explode
We're sullen by God, our name is mud
We got eachother's backs, 'cos we got the same blood
Let the stock market crash, we'll always be free
We may be trash, but we're a family
We may be trash, but we're a family
Nephew Jimmy killed a man, got a life in a cell
His brother Payne is singin' his way through hell
'Cos Mama's on crank, Daddy's got Hep-C
Yeah, We all die together, we're a family
We're sullen by God, our name is mud
We got eachother's backs, 'cos we got the same blood
Let the stock market crash, 'cos we'll always be free
We may be trash, but we're a family
We may be trash, but we're a family
We may be trash, but we're a family