Growing up in the back woods
Not a single one of us knowed
That we were in any way dirt poor
All because we hadn't been told

A family that survived on shared love
In tattered clothes outworn
Us kids lived for adventure
While Mama was living on hope

Never once were we burdened
By the constant pull of T.V.
There was no way for that to happen
Without electricity

Surviving day and night on the light
From both the Sun and the Moon
Relying on the family shared fiddle
When we needed to hear some of our favorite tunes

A family that survived on shared love
In tattered clothes outworn
Us kids lived for adventure
While Mama was living on hope

With no time in life to be caught bored
Living off the blessings we got
You might think we were dirt poor
...I'm thinking not