Country Trash

I got a crib full of corn and a turning 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 jean 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 wind's from the south and the fishing's good Got a potbelly stove a cord of wood Mama turns the left-overs into hash I'm doing alright for country trash I got a mackinaw wand a hunting dog A cap I ordered from the catalog A big tall tree that shades the yard A big fat sow for the winter's 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 fertilizing 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 God's got a heaven for country trash I'll be doing alright for country trash