Country Money

Connie Johnson got a farm in Wisconsin

And a diesel in the drive and her air horn's honking

Got a pocket full of Benjis and her new Luccheses

And the best beef in the cheese state, baby

Carol Jean, she's the chicken egg queen

Yeah, she started with a dozen, now she's living the dream

She's a bad mother clucker with a house on the hill

Rides her hens around town in a Coup de Ville

Making country money

Making that country money

Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees

Making that country money

Dripping like local honey

You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich SOB

Carter Sisters got the good corn liquor

Get the one with the peaches, it'll get you there quicker

Guess their moonshine mama taught 'em the deal

'Cause there's gold dripping out of that still

They're making that country money

Making that country money

Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees

Making that country money

Dripping like local honey

You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B.

Making it rain on the cornfield

Raking it in with the windmill

While the combine's kicking up nickels right out of the dirt

Making that country money

Making that country money

Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees

Spending that country money

Dripping like local honey

You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich SOB