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