Lyrics:

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 hull 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 a quart of wood Mama turns the left-overs into hash I'm doing alright for Country Trash I got a machina and a hunting dog A cap I ordered from the catolog 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