Trailer Park Song

Re-Written by Bobbie Sue Revels November 28, 2025

Previous Version written October 16, 2017 Trailer Park Warning

Seven years runnin’ that ragged trailer park line,
Phones ringin’ every minute, trouble right on time.
“There’s a peacock under my house!” Lord, here we go—
Just another day in the life of the manager show.
(Verse 2)
Crawled under lot twenty-four with my flashlight shinin’ bright,
Found a cat tangled in the wiring—gave me two new grays that night.
British lady hollerin’, “Love! My loo won’t flush!”
Trailer park doin’s, baby—never quiet, never hush.
(Pre-Chorus)
Turn a corner—what do I see?
A stove flyin’ out a door like it wanna be free!
Neighbors shoutin’, dust cloud risin’ high—
A big ol’ raccoon inside that thing tryin’ not to die!
(Background Voice – Female, comedic)
“Y’ALL BETTER GET YUN’S ON BACK IN THE HOUSE!”
(Chorus)
Don’t make me go—don’t make me go,
Don’t make me go trailer park on ya, no.
You don’t want the truth I’m holdin’ in my hand—
That kind of crazy you’ll never understand.
Don’t make me go—don’t make me go,
Don’t make me go trailer park on ya—Lord no.
(Verse 3)
Tenants fussin’, kids runnin’, dogs runnin’ ’round,
Folks arguin’ over lawn chairs and busted jars on the ground.
But somehow through the madness, I’d still show up each day—
’Cause trailer park livin’s wild in its own dang way.
(Outro)
Stove-throwin’, critter-chasin’, peacock-screamin’ song,
Seven years of crazy but it made me strong.
Don’t push me, sugar—you know I ain’t wrong.
Don’t make me go trailer park on ya… that’s the whole dang song.

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