I have a dod named slim
A friendly frog in my yard
A bird that sings
And a yellow swing

My bushes are shrubs
All my trees are dead
I have a rickedy house
With a flower bed

My clothes are rags
My shoes there's none
But I do own a gun
Under a moon lit sun

I don't own a car
I walk to nowhere
All I do is make whiskey
And frolic for fun

My money comes from corn
I make things from copper
I hide in the woods
From those ***** old copers