Run This Country

Well I don’t need no office and I don’t wear a tie,
Got a dog named Lincoln and an eagle in my eye.
Got a jug of lightning and a radio dial,
And a plan for the nation with Appalachian style.

I can run this country from my moonshine still,
Got a porch full o’ wisdom and a mason jar will.
No filibusters, just corn and fire,
And a cabinet made of barbed wire.

I’ll fix the debt with a poker game,
Make peace treaties in a holler name.
Foreign policy? I’ll send a pie—
If they don’t like it, let the possums fly!

I can run this country from my moonshine still,
Where the taxes are low and the pigs eat their fill.
Trade some ‘shine for oil and hay,
And I’ll sign them bills with a shot of “Yay!”

I got votes from the goats, polls from the hens,
Approval ratings from my pickin’ friends.
Fox on the run, and truth on the grill,
I declare this land from my moonshine still!

So if you're tired of suits who can’t keep still,
Send a letter down to Possum Hill.
Say, “Put that fella on the dollar bill—
The one who runs the country from his moonshine still!