Country Trash

I got a crib full of corn and a turnin' plow But the ground's too wet for the hopper now I got a cultivator and a double tree And a leather line for the Hull and Gee Let the thunder roll and the lightnin' flash I'm doing alright for country trash I'm savin' up dimes for a rainy day And I got about a dollar laid away The wind's from the south and the fishing's good Got a pot belly stove and a cord of wood Mama turns the left-overs into hash So I'm doing alright for country trash I got a Mackinaw and a hunting dog And a cap that I ordered from the catalog A big tall tree that shades the yard A big fat sow for the winter's lard Let the thunder roll and the lightnin' flash I'm doing alright for country trash Well, there's not much new ground left to plow And 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 when we're under the gra*s And God's got a Heaven for country trash And God's got a Heaven for country trash And I'll be doing all right for country trash