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

And caught shellcracker on bites, crickets one 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, soakin’ through a paper plate

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

Money don’t matter when you’ve got each other

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

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

It was a backyard on the block sittin’ Z 71

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

Thought I was Cadillac cool, scrapin’ 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, soakin’ through a paper plate

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

Money don’t matter when you’ve got each other

And a home full of love in the good ole 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 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 ole 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