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The Hubbardville Store
- Jim Ringer -

Tramps & Hawkers (1977)

 

Well, it looked like rain
when we laid papa down
But he sure looked good
in that suit of brown
from the Hubbardville store

A small grey stone and a box of pine
and two red roses tied with twine
from the Hubbardville store
Dust to dust
Who could ask for more

It stood like a ghost
on the paved highway
They'd come in their cars
and tell us to pay
the Hubbardville store

I was just a kid
and I couldn't plow ground
And mama would cry
when the man came around
from the Hubbardville store
Look yonder mama
Here come hard times

Well, mama was weak
but her pride was strong
She said we'd pay before too long
the Hubbardville store

But mama knew better
I could see it in her eyes
Cause if money was meat
we couldn't draw flies
from the Hubbardville store
Look out mama
Here comes a man

They took our house
And they took our land
They took everything
But the clothes in our hands
The Hubbardville store

And I swore to God I'd to 'em all in
but mama cried
Son, don't you turn to sin
for that Hubbardville store
Look out now, you hold on, boy

Well, I felt like a man
on that moonless night
with a steady hand and one match
to light the Hubbardville store

And the people came a-running
from miles around
They hid their smiles
while it burned to the ground
The Hubbardville store
Well, come on down
Who could ask for more

Well, they gave me ten years
But they ain't built it back
Cause I burnt everything right down
to the sacks at the Hubbardville store
Dust to dust
Who could ask for more

The sky's on fire
from the Hubbardville store
Look yonder mama
at the Hubbardville store

 

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