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 gray 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

And I was just a kid and I couldn't plow ground
And Mama would cry when the man come around
From The Hubbardville Store
Look yonder Mama, here comes hard times

Well, Mama was weak but her pride was strong
She said we'd pay before too long
Oh, 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, oh, here comes the man
They took our house and they took our land
They took everything but the clothes in our hands
Oh, the Hubbardville Store

And I swore to God I'd do 'em all in
But Mama cried Son, don't turn to sin
For that Hubbardville Store
Look out now, you better hold on, boy

Well, I felt like a man on that moonless night
With a steady hand and one matchto light
The Hubbardville Store

And the people came a-running from miles around
They hid their smiles while it burned to the ground
Oh, 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
Of that Hubbardville Store
Dust to dust, who could ask for more
Oh, the sky's on fire from the Hubbardville Store
Look yonder Mama, could you ask for more