Makin' Lotsa Money Lyrics

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