| Well I drive a rusty pick up truck |
| Full of post and old barbed wire |
| It’s held together with hopes and dreams |
| Rolls on football tires |
| Well I owe my soul to the savings and loans |
| But I’m a happy man |
| 'Cause I got a loving family and a little piece of land |
| Now we ain’t got much of nothing |
| And some folks may call us poor |
| We got meat in the freezer |
| And credit at the store |
| And there’s cows out on the prairie |
| Wife and children down the hall |
| Now you can’t tell me |
| We ain’t got it all |
| This old house ain’t much to look at |
| It’s shelter from the rain |
| More to do than I can get done |
| But you won’t hear me complain |
| Well if it’s me who does the looking |
| This place borders on divine |
| Something we can build on |
| This home for me and mine |
| Now we ain’t got much of nothing |
| And some folks may call us poor |
| We got meat in the freezer |
| And credit at the store |
| And there’s cows out on the prairie |
| Wife and children down the hall |
| Now you can’t tell me |
| We ain’t got it all |
| Well I work hard, and you do too each and every day |
| Yeah we do our best to keep them blasted wolves away |
| Now we ain’t got much of nothing |
| And some folks may call us poor |
| We got meat in the freezer |
| And credit at the store |
| And there’s cows out on the prairie |
| Wife and children down the hall |
| Now you can’t tell me |
| We ain’t got it all |
| Yeah it’s a simple way of living |
| With blessings big and small |
| Now you can’t tell me |
| We ain’t got it all |