Makin' Lotsa Money

I grew up in the holler
Where people sing and shout
And no one seemed to care
What any of it's about
I moved to the city
Where people disagree
Got me a job with a fancy degree

Makin' lotsa money, but none of it for me
I gave it all away to the company

I asked my boss for, a little more to eat
He hemmed, he hawed, he threw a nickel at my feet
Work a little harder, you're sure to be a star
Drain away your sorrows in the whiskey jar
I don't know about you, but I know enough for me
This isn't what it's like to be born free
I'm moving back to the country, where my dogs can bark and howl
And no one seems to care what I sing about
I'm moving back to the country, there was never any doubt
I traded it all for Flower, my dog whose a little stout
He's a merry little hound who loves me very well
Though he's a little slow to come when he hears the dinner bell

Makin' lotsa money, but none of it for me
I gave it all away to the company

I'm moving back to the country
where people let you be
And I can sing to you
Underneath the pepper tree