The Sub-Suburban Blues

Living way out here in a trailer, Only place I could afford
Living way out here in a trailer, Only place I could afford
I hope the train is running, can't pay the gas for my accord

Working for that minimum wage, a three hour commute to work
working for that minimum wage, a three hour commute to work
Lord it wouldn't be so bad, if the boss weren't such a jerk

I got the Blues
Got the Sub-Suburban Blues
Can't afford the life I'd choose
Got the Sub-Suburban Blues

My neighbors raise Pot Belly Pigs, I think that they're inbred
Lord, my neighbors raise Pot belly Pigs, I say, I think that they're inbred
They all've got six fingers on each hand, and a pointy little head

Landlord is a fat old man, shotgun and bottle are his friend
Said the landlord is a fat old man, shotgun and bottle his only friend
Hope he never gets them confused, it'll be a bitter end

I got the Blues
Got the Sub-Suburban Blues
Can't afford the life I'd choose
Got the Sub-Suburban Blues

My girlfriend was coming to see me, left her place a week ago
My girlfriend's coming out to see me, left her home a week ago
Asked the banjo player on the bridge if he'd seen her, he just shook his head no.

I got the Blues
Got the Sub-Suburban Blues
Can't afford the life I'd choose
Got the Sub-Suburban Blues

Got them blue collar workin'
Living in the boonies,
Su-hu-b Suh-huh-bur-er-ban Blues