Plumb High On The Hawg

The old home place is kinda run down
And the outhouse is pert nigh filled
Ma is a feelin' right poorly of late
And the feds done found my still

I'm just a barely ekin' out a livin'
Tryin' to keep a roof o'er our heads
Ma's garden didn't do so good this year
And the truck's rollin' on retreads

We done eat and sold all the chickens
Ceptin' for the ones what lays
I set here a chawin' and a whittlin'
And wishin' for some better days

They's a place what gives out food an' stuff
But I told Ma that just ain't for us
I ain't stoopin' to a takin' hand outs
'Cause I'm a right proud ol' cuss

Sometimes, it breaks my heart to set
And watch Ma a toilin' so late
She ain't nigh as young as she used to be
But I reckon that's a woman's fate

I seen on television the other day
Where they was givin' away a prize
Dang, if that man comes to my front door
I probably wouldn't believe my eyes

If I ever do git me some money though
I done planned just what I'd do
I'd buy Ma a new fangled warshin' machine
And maybe a fancy apron or two

I'd git myself a brand new shiny car
And park it right next to the door
Give the trailer a new paint job
Then fix them holes in the floor

I'd build me a brand new chicken house
And git a remote controlled TV set
One o' them what shows in color
Though I ain't never seen one yet

We could really use a mule to pull the plow
To keep Ma from a workin' so hard
I hate it when she works the field all day
'Cause she comes in cranky and tired

No matter how wore out she gits
Ma cooks up some right good suppers
Ain't nothin' lazy 'bout that woman o' mine
But she does need a new set o' uppers

Yep, we'd be a livin' plumb high on the hawg
If I could lay my hands on some dough
But until that day, I'll be a settin' here
A waitin' to tell Ed McMahon "hello"

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
June 13, 2006
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