The Satellite Song
Mister, Can you spare a dollar? So I can buy some brand new guitar strings
I've picked up all the beer cans from the holler, but that don't pay like it used to bring
Way up on the mountain, where those satellites can't shine
They call us all hillbillies, but I don't mind
Mister, I can't find no other job, cause I've got no mark upon my hand
And I wouldn't take their vaccinations, I wouldn't wear no bar-code on my head
Way up on the mountain, where those satellites can't shine
They call us all hillbillies, but I don't mind