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