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