Wrong Side Of The Tracks

Come on! Whoa! Tryin' to make a silk purse From a drunken pig, now Just because the masses do it Don't mean that it's hip You can lead a whore to culture But you cannot make her think You can try to give her champagne But a beer's her favorite drink Baby, you are outta luck Baby, don't cha know that I'm Stuck on The wrong side of the tracks When ya cross them, sugar You can't ever go back Class I got a ton of Even though it's all low, now When it comes to bad behavior You know I steal the show, huh! Like to scare the next door neighbors Bring the property values down What was once a little mansion Well, it seems so damned rundown Baby, you are outta luck Baby, don't cha know that I'm Stuck on The wrong side of the tracks When ya cross them, sugar You can't ever go back, whoa! If the music makes me money And it brings me lots of cash Well, the people at the country club Will they call me nouveau trash Because I pull up on my Harley Not a Jaguar or a Benz I'll be tearin' up the golf course With all my drunken friends Baby, you are outta luck Yes, you are, yes, you are, yes, you are Baby, don't cha know that I'm Stuck on The wrong side of the tracks When ya cross them, honey You, can't ever go back Yeah, I'm stuck on The wrong side of the tracks Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks