Hillbilly Poetry: Spreaders and Overall Pockets

Today I had to go to town to get stuff to enrich the ground.

But all the spreaders of Quality Feed were already busy, a-killin the weeds.

And I didn't know so I drove into town. 

And I had my overalls all loaded down.

First, in the front pocket, a knife and some cards,

An AutoZone receipt for a solenoid for cars.

Some hay residue and a borrowed cell phone,

And a whole lotta money to bring the spreader home.

Down in my side pockets, where things do collect,

There's some rusty pliers just standing erect.

And another knife and some counterfeit money.

(And this is all true, I'm not being funny.)

I've got my old wallet with two licenses for fishin, 

One also for driving. Is anything missin?

Oh, yes and the key for to start up the truck

Is sitting down there by that counterfeit buck.

Well I hauled all that with my overalls strained,

Then I came on back and no spreader I gained.

But I guess that's okay cause at Quality Feed

They'll call us next time they have just what we need.