Lyrics: Country Trash

I got a crib full of corn, and a turnin’ plow
But the grounds to wet for the hopper now
Got a cultivator and a double tree
A leather line for the haw and gee
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I’m doing alright for country trash

I’m saving up dimes for a rainy day
I got about a dollar laid away
The winds from the south and the fishings good
Got a pot belly stove and a cord of wood
Mama turns the left-overs into hash
I’m doing alright for country trash

I got a Mackinaw and a hunting dog
A cap I ordered from the catalogue
A good tall tree that shades the yard
A good fat sow for the winters lard
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I’m doing alright for country trash

Well there’s not much new ground left to plow
And the crops need fertilizer now
My hands don’t earn me too much gold
For security when I grow old
But we’ll all be equal under the grass
And God’s got a heaven for country trash
And God’s got a heaven for country trash
I’ll be doing alright for country trash