EVERYTHING'S OKAY
As recorded by Hank Williams (as "Luke the Drifter"), 1950.

I went to the country just the other day
To see my uncle Bill, an' sorta pass the time away.
I asked him how he'd been since last I'd passed his way,
And he rubbed his chin, and here's what he had to say:

My wife's been sick, the young 'uns too,
And I'm durn near down with the flu.
The cow's gone dry, and them hens won't lay,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

The hogs took the cholera, and they've all done died.
The bees got mad, and they left the hive.
The weevils got the corn, an' the rain rotted the hay,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

The porch rotted down; that's more expense.
The durned ol' mule, he tore down the fence.
The mortgage is due, and I cain't pay,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

The cow broke in the field and eat up the beans.
The durn rabbits, they got the turnip greens,
An' my ma-in-law just moved in to stay,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

My land's so poor, so hard an' yeller,
You have to set on a sack o' fertilizer to raise an umbreller,
And it rains out here nearly ever' day,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

The well's gone dry, and I have to tote the water
Up from the spring about a mile an' a quarter.
My helper he quit for the lack of pay,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

The house it leaks; it needs a new top.
When it rains, it wets ever'thing we got.
The chimley fell down just yesterd'y,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

The corn meal's gone, an' the meat's run out.
Got nothin' to kill to put in the smokehouse.
The preacher's comin' Sunday to spend the day,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

The canned stuff's spoiled, else the jars got broke,
And all we got left is one ol' billy-goat.
We gonna have a new baby about the first of May,
But we're still a-livin', so ever'thing's okay.

My crop it rotted in the ground.
I asked for another loan, but the banker turned me down,
But we're still a-livin', an' we're prayin' for a better day,
So after all, ever'thing's in purty good shape.