Pink Flamingos Lyrics by Tracy Byrd

Pink Flamingos Lyrics

    (wood newton/micki furhman)

    I was a rebel in my younger years
    I'd...drink with the devil if he bought me a beer
    Wore out two pickups just running around
    Mama thought i never would settle down
    That was before i met sweet irma jean
    She made a new man outta me

    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 any better than this
    We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos

    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 doing good at the used car lot
    Is this a great country or what

    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 any better than this
    We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos

    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 baby we got style

    With 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 any better than this
    With 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 any better than this
    We got pink flamingos
    Picture windows
    Pink flamingos

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