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Country Trash

Höfundur lags: Johnny Cash Flytjandi: Johnny Cash Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]I got a crib full of corn and a [F]turning plow
But [G7]the ground's too wet for the [C]hopper now
I got a cultivator and a [F]double tree
And a [G7]leather line for the [C]haw and gee
Let the thunder roll and the [F]lightning flash
I'm [G7]doing alright for [C]country trash

I'm saving up dimes for a [F]rainy day
And [G7]I got about a dollar [C]laid away
The winds from the south and the [F]fishing's good
Got a [G7]pot belly stove and a [C]cord of wood
Mama turns leftovers [F]into hash
So [G7]I'm doing alright for [C]country trash

I got a mackinaw and a [F]hunting dog
And a [G7]cap that I ordered from the [C]catalog
A big tall tree that [F]shades the yard
A [G7]big fat sow for the [C]winter's lard
Let the thunder roll and the [F]lightning flash
I'm [G7]doing alright for [C]country trash

Well there's not much new ground [F]left to plow
And [G7]crops need fertili[C]zing now
My hands don't earn me [F]too much gold
For [G7]security when I [C]grow old
But we'll all be equal when we're [F]under the grass
And [G7]God's got a heaven for [C]country trash

And [G7]God's got a heaven for [C]country trash
And [G7]I'll be doing alright for [C]country trash


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 lightning 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 winds from the south and the fishing's good
Got a pot belly stove and a cord of wood
Mama turns leftovers into hash
So I'm doing alright for country trash

I got a mackinaw and 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 lightning 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

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