Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Grocery Truck, artist - Tom T. Hall. Date of issue: 31.12.1977
Song language: English
The Grocery Truck |
| When I was a little barefooted boy |
| Back in the hills of eastern Kentucky |
| I was lazy and about half crazy |
| Catfish didn’t bite in the daytime |
| And little boys weren’t allowed out after dark |
| But we had a few thrills and one of them was the grocery truck |
| Well the grocery truck was a little ole truck |
| With the name painted on the door |
| In the winter time it always got stuck |
| Bringin' beans and greens to the poor |
| We’d go get the mules and we’d pull it out |
| And the neighbors would come to the show |
| We’d cuss them mules and holler |
| And shout cause the treasure on board was gold |
| And the grocery truck is a comin' |
| It’s about a half a mile away |
| Just when we were down on our luck |
| Here comes the grocery truck |
| Now the grocery truck with the store |
| Bought stuff bologney and crackers and cheese |
| Sometimes a new pair of pants with cuffs or candy to fill our needs |
| If I counted the thrills of my life today |
| As I cater to fancy and whim |
| None would compare to the grocery truck |
| It was Christmas ev’ry Friday back then |
| Well the grocery truck was a sign of success |
| We were economical giants |
| My mother would laugh sometimes till she cried |
| Cause daddy was high on a pint |
| Oh the grocery truck never comes anymore |
| As it did in the way back when |
| Its supermarkets and one stop stores and hamburger shops again |
| Daddy’d just say charge it to me |
| Whoa charge it to me |