Country Trash

I gotta mountain fleece and a huntin' dog
A cap that I ordered from the catalogue
A big tall tree that shades the yard
A big fat sow for the winter's lard
Let the thunder roll let the lightnin' flash
I'm doin' alright for country trash

I'm savin' up pennies for a rainy day
I gotta coupla quid here stashed away
The wind is from the south and the fishin's good
I got a pot-belly stove and a cord o'wood
Let the thunder roll let the lightin' flash
God's gotta heaven for country trash

There's not much ground here left to dig
All the hash here's burried in the pig
My hands don't earn me too much gold
For security when I grow old
But we'll all be even under the grass
I'm doin' alright for country trash
So let the thunder roll and the lightnin' flash
I'm doing alright for country trash.