If money grew on hackberry trees, And time wasn't such a luxury, If love was lovesick over me, That'd be alright. If I could keep the wind in my sails, Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail, A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail, That'd be alright. [Chorus] Yeah, that'd be alright. That'd be alright. If everybody, everywhere, Had a lighter load to bear, And a little bigger piece of the pie. We'd be livin' us a pretty good life, And that'd be alright. Hey, go heavy on the good and light on the bad, A hair more happy and a shade less sad. Turn all the negative down just a tad, That'd be alright. If my dear ol' dog never got old, If the family farm never got sold. If another bad joke never got told, That'd be alright. [Chorus: x3] Yeah, that'd be alright. That'd be alright. Yeah, that'd be alright. That'd be alright. That'd be alright.