“You know I wrote this for the money, didn’t you?”
Connie Johnson got a farm in Wisconsin
And a diesel in the drive and her air horn’s honking
Got a pocket full of Benji’s and her new Luccheses
And the best beef in the cheese state, baby
Carol Jean, she’s the chicken egg queen
Yeah, she started with a dozen, now she’s living the dream
She’s a bad motherclucker with a house on the hill
Rides her hens around town in a Coup de Ville
Making country money, making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Making that country money, dripping like local honey
Can’t tell by her britches, but she’s one rich S.O.B.
Carter Sisters got the good corn liquor
Get the one with the peaches, it’ll get you there quicker
Guess their moonshine mama taught ’em the deal
‘Cause there’s gold dripping out of that still
They’re making that country money, making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Making that country money, dripping like local honey
Can’t tell by her britches, but she’s one rich S.O.B.
Making it rain on the cornfield, raking it in with the windmill
While the combine’s kicking up nickels right out of the dirt
Making that country money, making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Spending that country money, dripping like local honey
Can’t tell by her britches, but she’s one rich S.O.B.