I got a crib full of corn and a turning plow
But the ground's too wet for the hopper now
I got a cultivator and a double tree
And a leather line for the haw 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
And 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
So I'm doing alright for country trash
I got a mackinaw wand a hunting dog
And a cap 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 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 when we're under the grass
And God's got a heaven for country trash
And God's got a heaven for country trash
And I'll be doing alright for country trash