Lotsa folks look down on me
And shake their heads with pity
Lookin' at life from where I am
I'd say I'm a-sittin' pretty

My house is a bit ramshackle
And my truck only runs now and then
But I pay my bills and my belly is full
Though the pickins are sometimes slim

Sittin' on the porch in my easy chair
Enjoyin' the rain hittin' the old tin roof
The birds a-nestin' in the big oak tree
And the chickens a-cacklin' in the coop

Some o' the youngins poke fun at me
Shucks, that don't bother me none
Guess they ain't had proper raisin' though
If a-hecklin' me is their kinda fun

Whilst them youngins is a-pickin'on me
They's a-leavin' somebody else alone
Sometimes I've a mind to switch 'em good
And send 'em a-cryin' on home

But I'm a feller that minds my own business
Don't stick my nose where it don't belong
Just a-takin' good care o' me and mine
And a-tryin' not to do no wrong

I live quite a sparse and simple life
Don't cotton none to stockin' up treasures
'Cause when I go to my Heavenly Home
I'll have a wealth that's beyond measure

Yep, I really am a-sittin' pretty
Not much in this world bothers me
Just a-mindin' my business and a-trustin' in God
And unlike many, I'm a-sittin' debt-free

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
June 3, 2007
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"Old Home Place"
Sequenced by Bruce M. Bowman
Banjo Midi Music