Country Trash

I got a crib full of corn, and a turnin' plow But the ground's too 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 fishing's 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 that I ordered from the catalog A big tall tree that shapes the yard A big 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 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 a country trash God's got a heaven for a country trash I'll be doing alright for country trash