The Grocery Truck - Tom T. Hall

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