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 gee.
Let the thunder roll and the lightning flash. I'm doing all right 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 and a cord of
wood. Mama turns the leftovers into hash. I'm doing all right for country trash.
I got a Mackinaw and a hunting dog, a cat that 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 lightning flash. I'm doing all right 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 all right for country trash.