Penny To My Name

It was a buck knife-whittled crepe myrtle slingshot and a stone

I killed more time than I ever put supper on the stove

But caught shellcracker on box crickets on the end of a cane

Blue collar, redneck rich, didn't have a penny to my name

Happy as a tick on an old coon dog

Lower middle class, living high on a hog

Hot off a smoker, soaking through a paper plate

I wore hand-me-down denim from my big brother

Money don't matter when you got each other

In a home full of love in the good old glory days

I made million-dollar memories when I didn't have a penny to my name

It was a backyard, on-the-block sitting Z71

I worked two hot summers just to pick that pretty girl up

Thought I was Cadillac cool, scraping up some cup holder change

She made me feel like a million when I didn't have a penny to my name

Happy as a tick on an old coon dog

Lower middle class, living high on a hog

Hot off a smoker, soaking through a paper plate

I wore hand-me-down denim from my big brother

Money don't matter when you got each other

In a home full of love in the good old glory days

I made million-dollar memories when I didn't have a penny to my name

I didn't have a pot to piss, a big boat to fish

Or a tree that grew any money

But you can't put a price tag on growing up like that

Being a kid in the country

Happy as a tick on an old coon dog

Lower middle class, living high on a hog

And a home full of love in the good old glory days

I made million-dollar memories when I didn't have a penny to my name

I made million-dollar memories when I didn't have a penny to my name