THE GREENEST GOD

my god is green
as them hills
though i ain't
been up that high
and ain't likely goin'
and couldn't afford it
even if i had time
though i work work work
all the live long day
and all the live long night as well
 
my green god
got pockets so deep
my tendons
'bout to pop
and i still can't grab  
me enough of him
to keep the lights on
and the baby fed
and gas in the car
but i keep on truckin'
like a trooper
like the good man i am
'cause a good man
works works works
'til his fingers bleed
and i swear i'm 'bout
to pull this tooth myself
 
my god  
lives in visions
of high rollin'
in mansions o' plenty
(for he has many mansions)
and we dream
and pray
and scheme
and squeeze him
'til i bet he knows it
but there ain't
never enough
to spread his love
around to them who demand it
(though the TV says they're
going to cut my taxes
and that, my friend,
must be a good thing)
 
so praise the lord!
 
listen...
i had me two abes
and a george
tucked like a diamond
in my lint
but that ain't nothing
but some cheap meat
and enough gas to keep rollin'
and that, oh lord,
is what i'm a-gonna do
till the cows come home
and pigs fly
and all the other cliched  
bullshit of the world
'cause poor is poor
and heaven waits
and there ain't nothin' like being broke
in the land o' the free
where a man can find fortune
in the damndest things
and the good times are just
one ten dollar scratch off away
(amen)